Fang Che laughed: "Come on, don't scare me like that, I'm a bit of a coward. If I faint from fright here, it would really be a hassle."
The old man glared silently.
Recalling Ningxue Sword's warning to him, he helplessly turned into a deflated balloon.
I really can't afford to provoke him.
All his momentum, dissipated, vanished.
Then, with a weary voice, he began to ask: "Why do you insist we have a drink together, you troublemaker?"
"Because I like you. I really like you," Fang Che said.
"Get lost!"
The old man snapped: "If you keep talking like that, I'll throw you out, believe it or not? Quit messing around with me!"
Fang Che hastily put on a smile: "My mistake. Take a look at this wine, and the dishes, and...look at them."
He casually opened the clay seal, and immediately, a rich aroma of wine wafted out.
The old man gulped.
His tone softened as he sighed: "I just don't understand why the Guardian ranks would have someone like you."
