"How long ago was that, and you're still hung up on it?" Helian Chengyan was even more upset.
Long enough, for sure!
Han Xishi did not hear the threat in his words at all, but rather took them very seriously. "During my time in Africa, the more I think about it, the worse I feel... so... so I thought I'd apologize to sister-in-law again."
"No need!"
"But I..."
"Wow, Old Eight, quite daring of you to shoot at the boss's heart! You're lucky he didn't banish you forever or send you to wipe out ISIS. Being sent to Africa for refugee relief was pretty merciful!" Gu Xuanye interrupted from not far off.
"Exactly! All I did was give sister-in-law a few more glances, and the boss was ready to blind me!" Wu Yao played cards leisurely, his face showing a sense of injustice. He then reminded Han Xishi ominously, "Old Eight, if you don't want your legs anymore, you go ahead and find sister-in-law. None of us brothers will stop you!"
Han Xishi looked puzzledly at his own legs.
