Hearing the voice, Tang Rao's face burst into a radiant smile.
This game, thoroughly won.
Out of the crowd came an old man, dressed casually with a full head of white hair, looking quite dashing.
Han Wanli!
Seeing Han Wanli, Wu Han's expression turned ashen.
It was over.
"Xiao Rao, we meet again." After Han Wanli arrived, he ignored everyone else, heading straight towards Tang Rao with a grin.
"Old Han, you're really slow, old age really does take its toll, huh? Totally unagile." Tang Rao shrugged off Wu Changxing, clapped his hands, wearing a slightly dissatisfied expression.
"Would it kill you, kid, to say something nice?" Han Wanli wasn't the least bit angry, laughing and scolding.
"Ow, Old Han, you look so full of life, how many young ladies did you have a blast with last night?" Tang Rao thought for a moment, then said something kind.
Of course, Han Wanli still rolled his eyes at him.
Not to mention Wu Han, even Yan Zhengda was somewhat dumbfounded.
