C52 Dead Fat

"Wu Xinyuan, watch what you’re saying. Stop cursing. And don’t call me fatty." Wu Hua's face was ashen. He was already hearing some low sound of ridicule around him.

"Ha-ha, I called you fatso. Fatso, are you feeling itchy in your skin and trying to get punched?" Wu Xinyuan laughed out loud again, not taking Wu Hua seriously at all.

"You … Wu Xinyuan. I’m now angry as hell