“Do you like this one?” said Fatty, looking pleased. His expression caused Meng Hao to smile.
Chen Fan sighed, looking enviously at Fatty. He knew how important Fatty was to the Golden Frost Sect. He could only shake his head.
Han Bei drifted over in her men’s clothing. She smiled lightly at Fatty.
“Fellow Daoist Li, would you mind scooting aside? I’d really like to sit here.”
Fatty stared at Han Bei and then looked at Meng Hao. Lowering his voice, he said, “Meng Hao, this chick has pretty good skin. Between her and Chu Yuyan, who do you think is better?”
Meng Hao lifted his glass to his lips and took a sip of alcohol, then cleared his throat.
Fatty laughed loudly, then moved over to make room for Han Bei. She sat down, clearly not offended at all by Fatty. She looked at Meng Hao, blinked, and then laughed.
She slid a bit closer to him, and then gently whispered into his ear, “Brother Meng, how exactly are you going to thank me for the matter regarding Xu Qing?”
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