"Smack!"
Zhou Xianming, upon hearing this, could no longer bear it and stared fiercely at Han Wenxin, "You're talking nonsense! Would Li Yue, a lady with a blind eye, fancy a rough martial artist like you?"
An Jing was also startled by Zhou Xianming's momentum, pausing with his chopsticks in hand.
But Han Wenxin just frowned, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms, and retorted, "What's wrong with a martial artist? I am the sole heir of a three-generation lineage of arrest officers in my family. Are you looking down on martial artists?"
Han Wenxin was half a head taller than Zhou Xianming, and with his burly stature and intense gaze, he might not have the upper hand against Jianghu experts, but facing a mere scholar like Zhou Xianming was naturally not a problem.
"No....no problem."
Zhou Xianming wilted and quickly raised his wine cup towards An Jing, "Doctor An, let's drink."
