Chen Yuan said with a tearful face, "If I hadn't seen the little bugs biting me with my own eyes, I'd suspect he was poisoning me."
He felt an unbearable itch down there, and although he was embarrassed to scratch in front of Zhao Yongsheng, he couldn't help it. He reached down and scratched twice, producing a small black bug. Looking at the sesame seed-sized black bug, Chen Yuan's soul flew out in fear: "Bug, bug!"
Zhao Yongsheng instinctively took a step back. His first reaction was pubic lice—is it possible this outwardly polished senior counsel had contracted a filthy disease? He desperately hoped it wouldn't jump onto him; this illness isn't terribly damaging, but it's highly insulting.
