Zhou Lanfang's stomach rumbled with hunger. She had waited for almost an hour before Zhou Siyu finally came back. She grabbed a steamed bun and wolfed it down, finishing it in no time and even got the hiccups from eating too fast.
"Eat slower; no one is fighting you for it."
Shen Jianhua patted her on the back and bit open a bag of soda for her to drink. Zhou Lanfang took several gulps before she finally eased up.
"This is all because that little bastard pissed me off, right?"
Zhou Lanfang had a loud voice, which attracted the attention of some passing students. Shen Jianhua felt embarrassed and reminded her, "Don't keep saying 'little bastard.'"
So what if he's a little bastard? Can't I even say that?
Little bastard, little bastard...
Zhou Lanfang muttered a few curses under her breath, discontented, but she didn't raise her voice again.