"You've taken his mind off drinking just by what you said."
Looking at Xue Canghai's enthusiastic departure to the Blood God Sect's camp, Wan Dongliu sighed, "Does this count as using psychological tactics on people?"
Zhao Changhe took Xue Canghai's seat and sipped his wine, letting out a comfortable sigh, "You're overthinking it. Who's to say it's not because Xue isn't familiar with you and simply doesn't want to drink with you? There's a generational gap between you and him; he really doesn't care to bother with you."
Wan Dongliu said, "I didn't feel any generational gap; he was thrashed by Yue Hongling, and I was thrashed by you. Our ranks are clearly aligned."
"Pfft…" Zhao Changhe nearly spat out his drink. So you two were exchanging experiences on being thrashed?
Wan Dongliu's face was expressionless, "Since he's not familiar with me, why did he stand here chatting with me just now?"
