Ji Fei (viciously): Tell me, what are you talking about with that stinky boy Zhao Dian? Your little face is red and full of excitement.
Lin Yan (speechless): He is only a few months younger than you, what kind of brat do you call him? .
Ji (angrily): Don't change the subject and make it clear, otherwise I won't cook today.
Lin (shrugged): ... Then I'll go to sister Zitong's house upstairs to eat.