Unrealistic

Lin Qiye's expression suddenly froze.

Wu Xiangnan, who had been smiling as he shook Amamiya Haruki's hand, stood stunned on the spot. After a long moment, he slowly turned his head, his gaze at Lin Qiye turning rather strange.

Wu Xiangnan had studied Japanese culture for many years, so of course he knew what the host club business was. After hearing the string of titles Amamiya Haruki had pinned on Lin Qiye, a series of indescribable scenes had already played out in his mind.

Wu Xiangnan looked at Lin Qiye as if to say, "You really played wild in Japan, huh?!"

Lin Qiye's mouth twitched furiously. He stepped forward twice and whispered to Amamiya Haruki:

"Why did you bring that up? What I did... it was all for the mission..."

Amamiya Haruki answered without changing expression, "Asaba, when living life, you can't forget where you came from. We made quite a bit of money at Black Wutong, so how can you deny your own identity?"

Lin Qiye had said those exact words to Amamiya Haruki before, and now they had been returned to him word for word. At that moment, Lin Qiye felt as sick as if he had swallowed a fly.

A moment later, he let out a long breath...

Luckily, only Wu Xiangnan understood. Jialan didn't understand Japanese and had no idea what that meant, so it shouldn't be a big problem...

His lifelong reputation could still be saved!

Lin Qiye turned around, about to say something, when his body jolted.

At some point, Wu Xiangnan had already leaned close to Jialan's ear, seemingly whispering something to her. The look in Jialan's eyes as she watched Lin Qiye visibly began to change.

Lin Qiye's mind went blank.

After Wu Xiangnan finished speaking, Jialan pressed her lips together. Her