"Serves you right. Don't look at me. Who told you to lose your nerve first?" The chef sneered while Mosquito didn't utter a word, just shrugged his shoulders to indicate he couldn't help.
In the end, Wesley could only turn his head, looking at Long Yi with a pitiful expression.
"Your expression is utterly revolting. You're not a little girl, stop pretending to be cute here. I just finished eating; don't make me retch!" Long Yi said, grabbing Wesley's face with one hand.
"Long Yi, you bastard! If you don't ask me today, I'm going to make you pay!" Wesley prepared to wage all-out war.
"Oh? You learned how to curse? Come, let Brother teach you a lesson!" Long Yi caught Wesley by the neck, lifting him up single-handedly.
"Brother! Dear brother! I was wrong! My neck! My neck is going to break! Ah! And my jaw is going to shatter!" Wesley desperately clung to Long Yi's wrist, fearing that a shake of Long Yi's hand would snap his neck.