"Hmph, Xu Fan, your plotting is really loud, isn't it?"
Guan Shanhai sneered and then looked over at Xu Fan.
The intimidation in his gaze made Xu Fan's scalp tingle.
He was truly wronged. Plotting. At that time, drunk as he was, how could he have plotted anything? He couldn't even count on his fingers.
"Uncle, you really misunderstand me, I didn't plot anything…"
Xu Fan wished his face could carry the huge characters for 'wronged.' He really hadn't thought that much at the time.
"It's just that I drank too much that night, otherwise that wouldn't have happened…"
Thinking of the mistake he made that night, Xu Fan felt like an eggplant beaten by frost.
But upon hearing this, Guan Shanhai was taken aback.
What is this guy talking about?
"Boy, what did you just say? Say it again?"
It seemed the thing this brat was talking about wasn't the same thing he wanted to speak about.
