"Stop trying to be funny, I laugh easily!" Chen Yao chided Zhou Fan. Her hand, like a little crayfish pincer, latched onto his arm and gave the flesh a hard twist.
'This is so unfair!'
'I was just talking normally, how did that make you laugh?'
'You laugh easily, so how is that my fault?'
"Heh. Mr. Zhou, you must be joking. How did those three die? Are you saying you don't know?" Li Mei said, gritting her teeth and struggling to control her rage. 'Now is not the time to move against Zhou Fan!'
"Of course I don't know. If I had to pay attention to every Tom, Dick, and Harry, I'd be worked to death, wouldn't I?" Zhou Fan rolled his eyes. "But how they died doesn't matter. They're dead now, so according to our bet, their shares are mine. I'm sure Chairman Li isn't the type of person to be a sore loser!"
