The tiny space could barely accommodate two people. It was dark and gloomy, lit only by a small lamp placed on a table. To either side of the table sat the Third Prince and a big fat man.
At that moment, the Third Prince was looking dully at the fat man in front of him, who was sweating profusely. The man's large, flat face, his eyes narrowed to slits by the surrounding fat, and his body were all squished awkwardly by the cramped space. Though the cook was fat, he was also robust. As for this man, he was so obese his neck was already too thick to lower his head easily.
"You fat fool! Didn't you guarantee there would be no mistakes? But I've heard that Long Yi is still alive in the college!"
The Third Prince growled in a low voice.