It should be a kind of triumph, to get that level of reaction out of Li Lianhua, even if the flash in his eyes is as much fever as prized anger, and all too fleeting besides. That the anger is once again only for someone else's sake spoils it, however, and the look of disgust he turns away from Li Lianhua just barely stops shy of being an eye-roll. So much energy to spare for someone else, but never a drop when it comes to his own life. Doesn't it ever get old? Li Lianhua's mind is slipping, but he's clear-headed enough to make decisions for others, is he. Why would he be digging his own grave, anyway? He's done a lot of things without any choice lately, but nothing he's doing right now falls under that category.

Except giving up his display of distaste in surprise at being called cheap, which earns Li Lianhua an incredulous look. Admittedly, Fang Duobing hadn't deserved that, but for all the boy eats he's pretty sure he's still technically cost Li Lianhua more himself, if anyone's doing bookkeeping in that shoddy tower. The needle of Di Feisheng's reckoning swings back towards 'unstable' once again, but only a little because heaven help him, that was also funny. It doesn't warrant any real response, mostly because shoving Li Lianhua into the ocean while he's ill wouldn't be sporting.

Does he even know what he's asking so flippantly? Did he ignore what, from Di Feisheng, was a pretty detailed argument explaining it? Does he really think just asking for Di Feisheng's complicity like a gambler asking for coins outside a parlor is all it will take? Not this time. Even if on some level, and with a remote sort of horror, he is aware he did at least consider it. "If he's still your disciple, you can tell him yourself what path you've picked out for him."

He is absolutely calling Fang Duobing.