“Oh, you pitiful child. You must have been an orphan when you were younger not because your parents didn’t want to raise you, but because you ate so much of their food that they had no choice but to let you go. That was a mistake though. Clearly, you had no problems inconveniencing others to fatten yourself!”0

“If I was your dad, I would have dropped you inside a latrine pit and saved the world from a fatty-induced famine. Looking at you now, I can say with absolute certainty that you were a waste of good food.”1

Zhou Hengshan was so angry that his face was purple, and veins were bulging on the back of his hands. Tu Yulei, An Yifang and more were desperately trying to hold back their laughter as well. They were scholars who studied the texts of the sages after all. It would be unbecoming of them to laugh at another’s misfortune—unless they couldn’t hold it in, of course.0

Hong Jianglong had no such qualms, however. He laughed boisterously and without...0