Li Zifan was a man of remarkable grace. He didn't get angry at the comment; instead, he just smiled, patted Dewey's shoulder, and countered with refined poise:
"Old Du, don't be ungrateful. I just saved you from a pointless dispute. You're treating tonight!"
Hearing this, Dewey felt as if he'd punched a wad of cotton. His hope of seeing a spectacle instantly evaporated, leaving him feeling flat.
But he wasn't a petty man and immediately said cheerfully:
"No problem, Young Master Li. We have to head to Jingxi early tonight anyway.
We'll get some special Guangxi barbecue, some beers—the works. I'll get the bill!
And how about we invite a few sweet and gentle 'cousins' to join us for the barbecue?"
Li Zifan was utterly speechless.
...
After the race in Fangchenggang concluded and the awards were handed out, all the World Tour Teams had to immediately start transferring to the next location.
