Hou San shrank his neck and said, "Why bother with Guo Yi like this? Even though he healed your leg, didn't you think about who you crippled it for?"
"What's it to you?" Wei Dailin glared at him.
"Damn it!" Hou San pursed his lips, no longer bothering to argue with a brute like Wei Dailin. Instead, he looked at everyone and said, "Gentlemen, come on, don't let this ruin the mood. Let's continue drinking."
The crowd immediately raised their glasses.
Wei Dailin couldn't sit still any longer and left early.
Watching Wei Dailin's retreating figure, Hou San spat and cursed, "Damn, anyone who doesn't know better would think this kid is Guo Yi's dog. Guo Yi didn't give him any benefits, so why is he so supportive of him?"
"Haha..."
A roar of laughter suddenly erupted from the scene, and everyone started laughing.
Hou San got over it and said, "Come on, let's enjoy our meal."
At this moment, a classmate asked, "Hou San, is Guo Yi really dead?"
