Du Yehu wiped the spittle from his face and poured him another bowl of wine, continuing to speak insincerely, "Yes, yes, yes, truly hateful."
Lifting his own wine bowl, "Come on, Old Duan, let's have another bowl."
Duan Li's face was flushed red, staring at him fiercely for quite a while.
It wasn't until Du Yehu had already downed his third bowl that Duan Li cursed, "I really don't know how I was so blind back then, thinking of handing over the Jiujiang Xuan Armor to you!"
He even suddenly had a bit of a crying tone, "You used to call me 'Master Duan,' now it's 'Old Duan!'"
Du Yehu really had no choice, "The day before yesterday when you were drinking, you told me that we should call each other brothers, and asked me to call you 'Big Brother Duan.' I said that didn't seem right, and you said then just call you 'Old Duan.' Have you forgotten so soon?"
