After a brief silence, everyone in the office finally failed to hold it in. They lowered their heads and snickered, their shoulders shaking.
Bai Bufan let out a long breath, as if he had survived a disaster.
Thankfully, it seemed Aunt Ding Sihan wasn't particularly devout in her faith. Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have reacted like this.
That was good.
Because if it had been in front of truly devout believers who treated doctrine as sacred law, then he would have gotten himself into trouble just now.
Damn it, this was all Lin Li's fault.
He had clearly been helping him explain that Hell Joke.
Great. Lin Li was the one making the Hell Joke, but he was the one scared out of his wits.
Bai Bufan turned, ready to curse him out, only to see Lin Li frown slightly, rise to his feet, and make an exceptionally proper Sign of the Cross over his chest with both hands. He looked at Bai Bufan with solemn gravity, his expression carrying a touch of sorrowful condemnation.
"Bai Bufan, how could you use such contemptuous, vulgar, blasphemous words in the Lord's Holy Temple toward the Lord's Glory, toward the only Holy Son—Jesus Christ—who was born to redeem us?"
Bai Bufan: "?"
You bastard.
When did you join the church, traitor?!
Lin Li took a deep breath and began in a chant-like tone.
"Lord, please forgive this Lost Sheep. His heart has been blinded, his mouth has spoken madness, and he has committed the grave sin of profaning Your holy name—"
"His foolishness and ignorance have led him into grave error. As it is written, 'You shall not misuse The Name of Jehovah Your God.' What he called the Crucifixion Machine is in truth the Holy Cross upon which You willingly endured unbearable