Hearing his perfunctory words, Han Cang was so angry that his nose almost went crooked. He slammed the table and stood up without caring about his image. His shout shocked Mu Tianzheng, who was comparable to a legend. His hand trembled, and a few drops of tea spilled out of the cup, leaving a mark the size of a bowl on his pants.
Mu Tianzheng was furious. He mimicked Han Cang and slammed the cup on the table. He frowned and said coldly, "Old Han, why are you shouting? I'm not deaf yet!"
"I don't care if you're deaf or not. Let me ask you, why didn't you share such good fruits and vegetables with me? Do you want to hog them all? Tell me!"
Han Cang glared at him. Even though the person he was facing was Mu Tianzheng, his eyes were still wide open, as if he would not stop until he gave an explanation.
"Hog them all?"
Mu Tianzheng was so angry that he laughed. "Old Han, Didn't I give you two boxes? Or did I give the two boxes of fruits to a dog?"