Fortunately, he wasn’t the focus of the attack, so the Black and White Devils didn’t pressure him.
Pan Ge and Xi Luting, the two noobs, were in for a rough time.
How could they possibly outplay Zhao Anni?
Conned into it, they drank one shot after another.
Even though Zhao Anni drank more, their tolerance was much worse!
Before long, both were tipsy. Their small faces flushed, and their eyes glistened as if brimming with tears.
Then they started a "casual chat" with a clear agenda.
"You two are really close..."
Zhao Anni sighed with a nostalgic expression, "I used to have a bestie too, prettier than me. Such a pity, after getting fooled by a scumbag, she grew distant from me..."
If it were anything else, the two might not have reacted much.
But at the mention of a scumbag, they immediately perked up.
"Damn men are just so annoying!"
"Exactly! Hitting on girls everywhere, deceiving them, and then acting all proud of themselves!"
"Right, right, right, hit it and quit it, utterly irresponsible!"
"Brazen when spending your money, but all sour-faced when it’s their own money!"
"And stealing a girl’s spoon, can you believe that?!"
"What’s not to believe? I’ve seen guys juggling four at once!"
"If I ever get the chance, I’ll make sure the little whip and candle come out for him!" Official source is novelFɪre.net
"Right on! Oh, and don’t forget your dog leash and collar!"
The sisters indirectly tore Han Lie to shreds.
Today they were both angry, and a bit of alcohol meant no holding back on their words. They vented with gusto.
Then... Pan Shengwu and his wife nearly went mad. Good heavens! What in the world do you two usually play with?!
They were so furious they felt like flipping the table, their scalps tingling and their vision blurring.
When they had calmed down a bit, they fell into fear. Our poor daughter, do you hate men that much now?!
Obviously, the old couple misunderstood. "Damn men" wasn’t a general derogatory term for all men but a special nickname for someone...
And as for that someone... he was just sitting there with his head down, cupping his forehead with one hand, pinching his temples hard, shoulders twitching. He had to exert self-control to keep from laughing so hard he almost split his sides.
Uncle Pan sighed, feeling a little sorry for Han Lie. Even though it was still unclear whether he liked their daughter or Xi Luting, it was obvious that liking either would be a tragedy. If it were both... an utter tragedy! Phew... Such a good kid...
"Han Lie, come on, drink up!"
Frantically biting his lower lip, Han Lie trembled as he lifted his cup, uttering two concise words, "Cheers!"
Then he tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp.
Pan Shengwu could clearly see the redness in Han Lie’s eyes, the tears building up at the corners. That kind of pain... it couldn’t be hidden!
"Hey, hey, slow down, slow down! What’s the rush, kid?" Uncle Pan chided, his heart aching for the boy.
I have to hurry, Han Lie thought, or I’m afraid I’ll cough it out...
"Uncle Pan, I’m okay... COUGH, COUGH!"
Han Lie coughed twice, then suddenly flashed a smile, "It’s your turn, Uncle Pan."
Uncle Pan admired such men: restrained, silent, licking their own wounds, tasting their own bitterness. A man destined for greatness would never show his weakness to anyone! Sympathy? A real man doesn’t need sympathy!
Uncle Pan’s spirits soared. After his toast, he deliberately turned his glass bottom-up, showing exceptional respect for Han Lie. Typically, such a gesture wouldn’t occur between elders and juniors, or superiors and subordinates.
Han Lie was a bit confused. What’s happening?
And there was Uncle Pan, going on rather nonsensically, "Han Lie, you’re someone who can achieve great things..."
What... can I actually achieve?
The two men were talking past each other, their conversation all over the place, but the atmosphere was more than lively.
Those two instigators, seeing Han Lie still in the mood for drinking, glared at him in unison, letting out an indignant "HMPH!"
So all our cursing just now was for nothing? No way. Definitely not for nothing.
Zhao Anni frowned, suddenly realizing things couldn’t continue . The girls had been far too brazen; she couldn’t indulge them any further.
If appeasement isn’t working, it’s time to play tough! As long as Uncle Pan can confirm Han Lie’s ability is fine later, this old lady doesn’t care if you like it or not. Hurry up and give me grandchildren!