"Chen Beiguo, you ungrateful bastard! I rode my bike all the way over here in the dead of winter to give you a message, and this is how you treat me?!"
Li Dashan was furious.
He spun around, marched back into the village office, and started letting Chen Beiguo have it.
As Chen Beiguo looked up, a spray of spit hit him right in the face.
He squeezed his eyes shut and wiped his face.
"Li Dashan, get the hell out of here! You're disgusting! You just sprayed spit all over my face."
Li Dashan: "…"
That was just how he was.
He was fine when he spoke normally.
But whenever he got excited, he'd start talking fast, and sometimes, he'd start spitting.
But he couldn't be blamed for that.
"I was nice enough to bring you a message, and after you treat me like this, you think *you're* in the right?"
Chen Beiguo couldn't be bothered to argue about it. He cut straight to the point. "What is it you actually want?"
