Chen Su was first taken aback, then snorted disdainfully. "Wow, you scared me to death."
"What kind of riff-raff is this, snapping at me? Are you looking to die?" she sneered. "And what can you expect from someone who hangs out with a total loser like Zhao Jian? You want me to remember your name? Why don't you just say you're the Retired Emperor?"
"Honestly, every frog at the bottom of a well thinks they're some kind of local tyrant, reigning majestically over all. Hahaha, you're nothing but a posturing buffoon."
Chen Su's passionate mockery drew hearty laughter from her followers. They marveled at her sharp tongue and her endless repertoire of insults.
Shen Fanyun had no energy to waste on Chen Su. With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked slowly into the hospital room.
