"Sis, brother-in-law, I finally understand why my sister sleeps with you." Chen Di, who was on the receiving end of Lin Fei's fists—also the same "little brother-in-law" who had caused Lin Fei quite a headache over the phone—looked a lot worse than when he had just gotten out of the car. Covered in dust and camouflage with spots of blue and purple bruising, he clutched his still-bleeding lip and stammered a complaint to Lin Fei.
"Why?" Lin Fei asked casually as he smoked a cigarette he'd taken from Chen Di's pocket, puffing smoke into the air.
"Because you're more violent than my sister," replied Chen Di. Even after a loving exchange of fists with Lin Fei, Chen Di wasn't too disheartened. His bleeding lips didn't hinder his wild imagination or his passion for speaking. "Brother-in-law, this time I really get it. My sister must have slept with you because she couldn't beat you, right?"
Bang!