"I'm not going to the military base," Leng Qirui said in an icy tone.
"Do you think you have a say in this?"
"My aspiration is not to be in the military base. That's your dream, not mine."
"Heh, so your dream is to become a lowlife? Sure, if you're lucky, you can be a lowlife for the rest of your life. If you're not, you'll just be in and out of the police station every other month, is that it? I'm saying this today, Leng Qirui, if anyone dares to bail you out the next time you go back to the police station, they'll never stand in front of me again!"
Qu Mingyi's complexion turned slightly green as he slowly crinkled his nose.
This was hard for him, as well!
"What lowlife? You don't even understand my dreams; what right do you have to say that my dream is to become a lowlife?"
