Zuo Wugang was slouched over the edge of the pool, retching and vomiting, washing himself ten times over with jasmine-scented soap, yet still felt there was a smell lingering.
Tan Jinxiao had left, for Zuo Wugang would rather die than submit. Today's battle of words ended inconclusively, and the two agreed to meet again tomorrow for another round.
Everyone was full today; how could they possibly continue the confrontation?
It wasn't just a matter of disgust; if Tan Jinxiao decided to take it seriously, a single hawking sound could suffocate Zuo Wugang.
Bai Shoulian advised, "Master Zuo, don't overthink it. Let's go find Seventh Master to discuss what to do about this!"
Zuo Wugang sighed, "We signed the contract, and Seventh Master gave us the land deed and house deed. Is it appropriate to look for him now?"
Bai Shoulian replied, "What other choice do we have?"
Zuo Wugang walked from outside the house to inside and then to the back kitchen.
