"What does breaking an arm have to do with streaking?"
Cui Jiangjing hadn't grasped his meaning yet, but Li Duidui couldn't stand it any longer, kindly reminding him with doubt over his intelligence, "Mr. Cui, what the big baddie means is, he can break an arm, but he can't go out without clothes."
The 'arm' of course referred to Cui Jiangjing, and the important 'clothes' was undoubtedly Rong Yan!
Cui Jiangjing's mind finally clicked, and his handsome face instantly turned blue with anger, his fingers trembling, "Fuck, is that even human speech? I've had over a decade of friendship with him, and he just talks about cutting it off. He's making me furious."
"Little Baby, you better not learn from your dad who's such a damn cold-hearted guy. Men should cherish loyalty and brotherhood. How can he treat friends like that, right?"
"Of course, I won't learn from the big baddie."
