“Twenty seven years old…” As Yun Xinyue spoke, a trail of saliva spilled from the corner of his mouth, then dangled to the floor.
“What type of girls do you like the most?”
“Ones with… big… butts…”
“Oh! I really couldn’t tell that the both of us actually would have something in common.” Yun Che opened his eyes wide, “So who was the girl that you slept with most recently?”
“Drunken River House’s Lady Chrysanthemum…”
Pfft… The audience immediately spat their drinks at that answer.
“You bastard!!” Yun Waitian’s was practically standing straight on end and he pointed at Yun Che while he scolded vociferously, “What kind of rubbish questions are you asking? You… You… You are clearly afraid of being found false, and you are deliberately putting things off!”