"What the hell are you crying for?!"
Everyone was still quite polite. They waited until Lin Li finished talking about fake crying before letting their laughter spill out without restraint.
"Still, Lin Li, I think you might have misunderstood something." Bai Bufan was not laughing as hard as the girls, but after a few seconds, he frowned and spoke up.
"Impossible. He was definitely acting out of kindness. You're not allowed to slander him."
"I'm not saying he meant badly. I'm saying the person you met probably wasn't Plain White Banner Hu Ye. A genuine competition grade Hu Ye would never go to Mixue Bingcheng with friends."
Bai Bufan's expression remained unchanged as he continued from where he had left off, pointing out something Lin Li had failed to consider. Then he decided to support his claim with his own story.
"I was actually originally from Shanghai too."
"Back when I came to Nansang with my parents on a business trip, an evil Xiling person tricked me into drinking a transparent, sweet-and-sour beverage with a red sealed lid—later, I learned that it was called Mixue Bingcheng."
"My parents were completely dumbfounded. Once they realized what had happened, they immediately took me to the hospital to have my stomach pumped, but it was already too late. My stomach, which had spent years drinking Starbucks, was ruined just like that."
"After the business trip, my family returned to Shanghai. While going through security, I felt so guilty that the airport noticed something suspicious. So they released a local Shanghai mosquito and let it take a sip from me."
"When the security inspector saw the mosquito spit all my blood back out, go 'ptui ptui ptui,' and rinse its mouth, they immediately realized my bloodline was no longer pure."
"So they called security