After a brief silence, everyone in the office couldn't hold back and bowed their heads, stifling laughter with shoulders shaking.
Bai Bufan let out a long breath, feeling as if he'd just had a narrow escape.
Luckily, Ding Sihan's aunt doesn't seem too devoted in her faith. Otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted this way.
That's good.
Because if this had been in front of one of those truly devout believers who regard the doctrine as the ultimate canon, I'd definitely be in trouble.
Damn, it's all Lin Li's fault.
I was clearly trying to explain that hell joke for him.
Now, he's the one who made the hell joke, but I'm the one feeling anxious.
Bai Bufan turned his head, ready to scold, only to find Lin Li slightly frowning. He stood up, drawing an impeccably standard sign of the cross with his hands on his chest, looking at Bai Bufan with a solemn and compassionate reproach:
