"If you don't believe it, just wait for Teacher Tan to deal with you!" Qiu Ruiyun was pushed to the limit and lost his temper.
Sun Yubo, who answered the phone, also felt like flipping the table, retorting, "Who's dealing with whom? It's Dr. Tao dealing with you, isn't it?"
"Alright, give me the phone." Hearing the commotion in the hallway was too much, Tao Zhijie came out to take the phone call.
Qiu Ruiyun, cursing, handed over the phone, thinking to himself, Huang Zhilei and the others were right when they said Sun Yubo, their fellow countryman, is indeed the dumbest.
Upon hearing the esteemed Buddha on the other end, Sun Yubo, the kind to bully the weak and fear the strong, immediately changed his tone, respectfully saying, "Hello, Teacher Tao, have you eaten yet? Our Teacher Tan said, if you haven't had dinner, you can come over to eat with us. Our Teacher Tan is treating."
Sun Yubo was entirely an opportunist. Qiu Ruiyun, overhearing, felt like vomiting blood.
