Pan Ge had heard Xi Luting complain about how much of a dog Han Lie could be, but she’d thought it was just an exaggerated figure of speech; the actual situation was debatable.
Now, she finally realized her naivety.
That scoundrel was the world’s biggest scoundrel!
If it were possible, she wanted to smack Han Lie’s detestable, smiling face so hard it would distort, puffing up like leavened, flaky bread dough—right now, immediately, at once!
Even my own father doesn’t dare to pat my head!
"I..." Pan Ge began, then took a deep breath, inhaling forcefully and holding it in her lungs, trying to control the slight trembling of her body.
Unfortunately, it was no use; her fingertips were still trembling.
Moreover, the tips of her ears seemed to have turned red.
For someone with her level of emotional control, this was a complete loss of composure.
But the most infuriating part was that she had no way to deal with the current situation.
She herself had invited Han Lie over.
She had been the one to start acting like good friends in front of Dan Zihao.
She had set this stage with her own hands.
Now that the scoundrel had climbed the ladder she’d set up, what was she supposed to do?
If the act fell apart, not only would I look like a fool, but Dan Zihao would definitely press his advantage.
But it’s so infuriating!
And that scoundrel is even better at pressing his advantage than Zihao!
No matter what I do, I have to endure things a ’little fairy’ like me shouldn’t have to, right?
Pan Ge glared furiously at Han Lie, unleashing her ultimate technique, undefeated in eighteen years—The Grand Silent Stare of Indictment.
When she was very little, merely a cherubic baby who had just learned to crawl...
All she had to do was pout and look aggrievedly at her father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother. Within three seconds, they would start to reflect on their actions and bring out all sorts of tasty treats and fun toys to appease her.
As she grew older, she became even more adept at this technique.
When facing teachers and elders, her gaze had to be aggrieved, pitiful, and fearful.
When facing male classmates, just staring at them quietly with anger or dissatisfaction for three to five seconds was enough to make them retreat in shame.
No boy, regardless of his family background, had ever been able to meet her gaze for more than ten seconds. Google seaʀᴄh noᴠelfire.net
Extreme beauty naturally possessed extreme lethality.
And her pale amber eyes would only amplify this lethal effect.
Not long after puberty began, Pan Ge had correctly realized this.
Therefore, at this moment, faced with this ’dog’ whom conventional methods couldn’t handle, she instinctively launched her silent stare.
Apologize to me, you scum!
Han Lie, on the receiving end of her glare, responded with tender indulgence.
An indulgent smile graced his face, his eyes filled with a gentleness like water, as if he were confessing, No matter what, I only have love for you.
They had been staring at each other for less than five seconds when Pan Ge’s scalp tingled.
What the hell! That dog of a man is too shameless! It seems I, this young lady, can’t actually handle him?!
No, forget ’seems like.’ I definitely can’t!
Brother Lie was a man in his thirties. With double advantages at his disposal, an infinitely superior psychological edge, a thick skin for protection, and acting skills for defense, would he really be scared of a little slip of a girl like her trying to pull some tricks?!
He looked completely at ease, handling the situation with aplomb.
Their ’soulful gaze’ continued. Around the fifth second, the sound of heavy breathing, like a bellows—HUFF, PUFF—suddenly came from across them.
The two combatants hadn’t yet determined a victor, but a spectator couldn’t bear it any longer.
The ’cool guy,’ Dan Zihao, his face had turned ashen, and he was panting, unable to control his heavy breaths.
His eyes were glued to the pair, his hands clenched into tight fists beneath the table.
He was about to explode with rage...
Pan Ge instantly snapped back to her senses, lowered her eyelids, withdrew her gaze, and casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"HEH HEH, HEH HEH HEH..."
Tofu suddenly let out an ’auntie’ laugh, her expression... well, it was indescribable.
She was thoroughly enjoying this lively scene.
Pan Ge shot her a fierce glare, then silently picked up her chopsticks. Ultimately, she decided not to respond to what Han Lie had said earlier.
The atmosphere instantly grew somewhat delicate.
Dan Zihao’s spirits lifted; he felt he might still have a chance to salvage the situation.
The Pan Ge I know detests this kind of oily, superficial concern.
Look, she didn’t even respond to you!
You scoundrel, I haven’t lost yet!
Dan Zihao’s assessment of Pan Ge wasn’t wrong. Moreover, he vaguely sensed that Pan Ge and Han Lie’s relationship hadn’t truly progressed to the level of boyfriend and girlfriend.
So, reinvigorated, he prepared to stir things up.
Dan Zihao’s voice was somewhat cold—not the detached coldness of Xi Luting, but an icy chill laced with animosity.
His condescending attitude was strikingly similar to someone else’s: our Hanghang.
Even now, Han Lie had no clear idea who this guy was. He had only hazarded a guess at two names: Zhou Ci and Dan Zihao—Pan Ge’s two most famous pursuers.
No matter. A little test will reveal who he is.
"What can I do for you?"
Han Lie looked up, placed his system panel a few centimeters behind the other person’s head, and then stared intently at the numbers displayed there.
Dan Zihao awkwardly shifted backward, crossed his arms, and leaned back into his chair.
Brother Lie continued to adjust the panel, his gaze fixed on the back of the guy’s head.
Dan Zihao’s composure was beginning to crack.
The system panel had two features—
First, its position could be adjusted within a five-meter range.
Second, no matter what obstructed the view, Han Lie could lock onto the text he wanted to see.
These were merely two minor features designed for convenient information access, but Han Lie had found a way to use them to great effect.
He could intimidate people without even uttering harsh words.
Truthfully, Dan Zihao wasn’t afraid of Han Lie suddenly becoming violent. He might even have relished being beaten up in front of Pan Ge. Nevertheless, he was still unnerved by those rumored ’psychotically empty’ eyes.