"Let me see just how much more meat you're packing than I am." Luh Jingsun walked over, his face deadpan, muttering to himself for once.
Shao Jiefeng's expression darkened. "Luh's Facial Paralysis, don't push it. If you piss me off, I'll go find Master Guann tomorrow and drop thirty or fifty pounds just like that."
"Go ahead. I'll be waiting," Luh Jingsun said flatly.
Shao Jiefeng: "..."
Continuing his rare bout of verbal sparring, Luh Jingsun asked, "What are you doing at Qingyou Pool?"
Shao Jiefeng shot Luh Jingsun a cool glance. "How could you not know why I'm here? Don't tell me you really expect me to believe this is a chance encounter."
Luh Jingsun paused, stunned for a moment. "Is he just asking around, or is he actually going through with it?"
Shao Jiefeng looked at Luh Jingsun in surprise. "What's the deal with this guy? Why are you so invested in him?
