"Heard of it!" Xiaohe got excited at that moment. "So, it's you, Brother Fei? I really didn't recognize it was you. I just saw the news, never thought we'd be dining at the same table. A big shot is a big shot, impressive wherever you go!"
"Impressive, my foot," Yan Fei chuckled. "Don't mention it, I'm in the middle of a lawsuit! Just wired a lawyer fee over there, that journalist is suing me for defamation. Hmm, it's a woman..."
"..." Xiaohe was speechless for a while, then burst into laughter. "Brother Fei, this is... hahaha..."
His laughter was inexplicable, and both Yan Fei and Xu Xiaoyan looked at him like he was a fool. Feeling uncomfortable from their stares, he stopped laughing: "Haha... can't blame me for laughing, this story has been exaggerated. They all say a Chinese guy in Hollywood showed off Kung Fu in front of many people by writing on the face of a big beauty. My buddies were all in awe, hoping one day to meet this great master... didn't expect you'd be sued..."
