Liu Wentian curled his lips and smiled, "I called your sect trash, and you can still laugh so happily. It seems you guys really are cheap."
Gejie and the others' smiles froze.
"Little punk, what the hell are you, daring to call me trash? You tell me, do you want to break your left hand or your right hand?"
Gejie's expression turned dark as water, his tone icy cold. After speaking, he stared at Liu Wentian's face, waiting for a look of panic to appear.
Any normal person, no matter how brave, would inevitably be a bit terrified when they heard someone wanted to break their hands.
However, Liu Wentian disappointed him. There was not a hint of panic on his face; instead, he looked at Liu Menglou and smiled, "Mengmeng, what should we do if we see trash in your store, huh?"
"Huh?"
Liu Menglou was somewhat puzzled by Liu Wentian's words. After thinking for a while, she hesitated and said, "Pick it up and throw it in the trash can?"