"What on earth are you crying about?!"
Everyone was polite and waited until Lin Li finished his fake crying before they burst out laughing.
"But Lin Li, I think you might have misunderstood," Bai Bufan said, not laughing as hard as the girls, but after a few seconds, he furrowed his brow and spoke up.
"No way, he definitely meant well, you can't slander him."
"I didn't say he didn't mean well, I was trying to say that the person you met probably wasn't the true White Flag Hu Ye from Shanghai, because a genuine, elite Hu Ye would never go to Mixue Ice with friends,"
Bai Bufan kept a straight face as he continued his earlier point, pointing out what Lin Li hadn't considered, and then decided to corroborate with his own story:
"I'm actually originally from Shanghai.
Previously, when I came to Nansang with my parents on a business trip, an evil Xiling person tricked me into drinking a clear, sweet-and-sour red-sealed drink—later I found out it was called Mixue Ice.
