Lin Fan lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a leisurely deep puff, and lazily walked up to Count Nick, sighing dramatically: "Count Nick, with your status, are you afraid you can't get women? You're just too impatient. There's an old saying in Huaxia: 'Haste makes waste,' oh... now you can't even eat tofu, let alone tofu pudding."
Count Nick was trembling with rage, the sarcasm was even more infuriating than a beating!
Count Nick gritted his teeth and said, "You... it's all your doing!"
"Oh my! You're still trying to turn the tables. Everyone clearly saw who was sneaking under the lady's skirt, and you... you're just despicable!" Lin Fan pointed at Count Nick, completely exasperated.
"You're lying!" Count Nick was nearly about to explode with anger; if it weren't for maintaining his cover, he'd have rushed up to beat Lin Fan, or perhaps let Lin Fan beat him!
Count Nick really wanted to shout, have the guts not to insult me...
