[He pulls a face, disappointed but not truly irritated, and . . . goes to eat his dumplings, that he didn't pay for, that he's really hungry for, because turns out being a small-time gangster means the grocery budget is almost nonexistent. So he eats without shame, all but inhaling two, three, four of them.
Disgusting.]
Hey.
[Mercifully, he says that when his mouth isn't full. It's afterwards, when people are clearing out, when Lan Fan is at Ling's side, not prompting him into leaving so much as simply waiting for her master.]
You mean that, or you just shitting me? Cuz I'll ask again if you really want. Next time.
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Disgusting.]
Hey.
[Mercifully, he says that when his mouth isn't full. It's afterwards, when people are clearing out, when Lan Fan is at Ling's side, not prompting him into leaving so much as simply waiting for her master.]
You mean that, or you just shitting me? Cuz I'll ask again if you really want. Next time.