At this moment, the atmosphere in the tavern became somewhat quiet.
Everyone, holding their bowls, watched the two men, both surnamed Zhao, one big and one small.
The former was currently grasping the wrist of the latter.
At this time, Zhao Rong's raised eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said with a serious face,
"Shopkeeper Zhao, I'm not interested in men."
"..." the crowd.
"???" Zhao Xifu.
The atmosphere seemed to have tensed up...
The disheveled shopkeeper hastily threw away the inappropriate hand like a hot potato.
He cursed under his breath, "To hell with it, I don't like men either, damn it..."
Hmm, not interested in old men... Zhao Rong jokingly added to himself.
If a certain Fan surnamed student, who was happily watching the drama unfold, heard this, he'd definitely change his expression drastically, squeezing his legs together.
"What can I do for you, Shopkeeper Zhao?"
