The atmosphere turned somewhat solemn; after a while, Xia Yunin finally called out, "Brother Xiao Han."
"Hmm."
Xiao Han still looked troubled and did not raise his head.
"This is the first time I've realized just how thick-skinned you are," Xia Yunin said, unable to hold back a laugh.
"Really? Actually, I am an honest person; I just like to tell the truth," Xiao Han replied seriously, lifting his head.
Xia Yunin hugged Xiao Han's arm, affectionately rubbed against him, and then said, "In my heart, Brother Xiao Han will always be the handsomest."
"I knew it; it's all because I'm too handsome. Such a dilemma," a shameless one sighed toward the sky.
Bystanders retched. Could this guy be any more narcissistic?
Just then, a car blocked their path, and a group of men surrounded Xiao Han and her. There were more than a dozen of them, each wielding a weapon, even including two machetes, while the rest held steel pipes.
"Are you Xiao Han?" the middle-aged leader stared at Xiao Han.
