"Are you fucking mentally impaired?!" Qin Ye was standing outside the door, while the Mirror of Eminence's furious roars shook the entire room. Even though exceptional soundproofing measures had been implemented in the hall, the window panes were still trembling violently in the wake of the Mirror of Eminence's fiery wrath.

"Why can't you speak clearly? Do you have dog shit in your mouth?! If all diplomats are like you, nothing would get done because no one would understand what anyone is saying! Go and squat in that corner over there!"

"As for you, I would call you a pig, but that would be an insult to pigs! Do you think you're intimidating anyone by putting on that stern face? You're a DIPLOMAT, understood? Even if you just had your leg cut off, you have to smile! You are the face of the nation, do you understand?! Your face is so long one could easily mistake it to be a shoe! I wouldn't be surprised if someone planted their foot into your face if you keep this up!"

"Madam, can you stand up straight for once in your life? Puff out your chest, and squeeze in that stomach! Posture is everything, do you understand?"

"My god, if I had legs, I would kick the living shit out of you!"

"What? You wanna fight me? Come on then, hit me! Do you know how much you'll have to pay if you even so much as chip my frame?"

Holy shit... 

Qin Ye gulped as he turned to Zhao Yun, who was standing beside him. "Has it always been like this?"

Zhao Yun nodded in response....