"Hey, you warmhearted heroes, what are you standing over there staring into space for?
Come over and tell everyone about your heroic deeds just now!"
Ying Ming Hao called out with a teasing grin, not forgetting to point at the stone bench beside him, inviting them over to boast together.
Seeing this, Ye Hua hurriedly tugged at Ying Ming Hao's clothes and said softly:
"Junior Brother, stop talking. Know when to quit!"
She muttered inwardly that if he kept teasing them like this, those people would probably fly into a rage.
Ying Ming Hao turned to look at Ye Hua's face, still faintly flushed with embarrassment, and his heart stirred.
The corners of his mouth rose in a wicked grin, then he answered quite obediently:
"All right, all right. Whatever you say."
The handsome man and his companions' expressions had grown somewhat dark and uncertain. They were clearly displeased with Ying Ming Hao's teasing, yet seemed unsure how to retort.
After all, they had attacked first without distinguishing right from wrong, then kept their beaks stubbornly shut like dead ducks, spouting wild boasts only to be exposed.
Thus, every one of them looked a little embarrassed and could only walk silently to one side and sit down.
Once seated, they looked this way and that, as though everything around them had suddenly become fascinating, using it to conceal their unease.
After a moment of silence, the handsome man finally could not help speaking, his voice slightly low:
"Where have you come from?
Could you have traveled here from elsewhere especially to attend this gathering?"
His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the awkward atmosphere and easing the tension a little.
"That's right. We came all the way from elsewhere just to witness the splendor of this Mid-Autumn Festival