Wow! After eating melons to prolong life and being read by the mind, I was included in the

Zheng Yu: "The bowl of dumplings I gave you had 10 dumplings in total. They were 6 mao each, so that was 6 yuan. So you have to give me back 104 yuan."

Jiang Kuikui gave Zheng Yu a thumbs up and said quietly, "You have a really good memory, I admire you."

Even though Fan Lin already knew that Zheng Yu was a Pokémon, he was still speechless because of Zheng Yu's behavior.

"I'm transferring your money now. Get out of my house right now and don't let me see you again."

Zheng Yu: "Wait, this isn't over yet. You hurt my feelings and made me feel betrayed. You have to compensate me for emotional distress."

Fan Lin laughed in anger, and said in a tough tone, "Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, I'll call the police to report you for trespassing and extortion!" She said the last few words almost through gritted teeth.

Zheng Yu's face twisted slightly. "Xiao Lin, do you really have no sense of loyalty at all? What about all my efforts over the past few months?"

Fan Lin: "What did you give me? Don't tell me you sent me a few rotten oranges and dumplings; I've already paid you back."

Zheng Yu: "I have provided you with valuable emotional support! You are all alone here. If I hadn't been with you, you don't know how lonely you would have been."

Jiang Kuikui couldn't listen anymore. "I don't know how lonely she is, but if you don't leave, I'll let you experience the emotional value I'm offering you." She clasped her hands together, her knuckles cracking.

Zheng Yu pointed at himself and sneered, "You still want to hit me? You don't think the two of you can beat me, do you? Let me tell you, I've never lost a fight since I was a kid. You two... tsk tsk tsk, I won't show you any mercy."

He reached out to touch Jiang Kuikui's face.

Jiang Kuikui looked at his annoying, mocking face and, without saying a word, slapped him across the face.

Zheng Yu didn't expect her to attack so suddenly. Without any warning, his head was knocked to the side, and a red handprint quickly appeared on his face.

The taste of blood in his mouth and the loose teeth made Zheng Yu's eyes redden. He looked at Jiang Kuikui with venomous hatred, "You bitch, you're asking for it." He raised his fist and lunged at Jiang Kuikui.

Startled, Fan Lin rushed forward to shield Jiang Kuikui.

Jiang Kuikui pushed her aside, saying, "You can just stand there and watch." Then she grabbed Zheng Yu's fist, which he was swinging at her, and twisted it backward.

"Ah—" Zheng Yu screamed in agony.

"Your breath smells so bad, let me help you get rid of it."

Jiang Kuikui started attacking from both sides.

"Your mouth has been pickled for years and it's so flavorful. Even if you soak it in disinfectant for three years, it still won't hide the stench of a penny-pincher that you exude. Give up on finding a partner. Don't ruin other people's good girls, or I'm afraid you'll suffer in hell."

"I also suggest you go to the hospital after today. If you can fantasize so much, you should see if you have a mental illness like delusional disorder. Early treatment may give you hope of a cure."

"Waaah... you... you slut, I... I'm not disgusted by your rice pot."

"Clap clap-"

Jiang Kuikui: "The flavor is indeed very strong. It seems I need to work harder."

Fan Lin stood to the side, wincing in pain. Just watching it made her feel the pain, but of course she didn't feel sorry for herself; she only felt a sense of pleasure.

Zheng Yu was slapped by more than a dozen people, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Jiang Kuikui stopped waving her hands only when the blood in his mouth dripped to the corner of his lips, finding it disgusting.

As soon as Jiang Kuikui stopped, Fan Lin walked over to her and asked with concern, "Are you tired? Does your hand hurt? Do you want to put some ice on it?"

Jiang Kuikui: "No need, I'm not in pain."

"You bastard...you're dead!" Zheng Yu covered his face with his hands, uttered these harsh words, and fled as if running away.