Zhao Hong: ???
Zhao Cha: "Go already!"
Zhao Hong: ...
Zhao Cha didn't let him off, turning back to point at Xiao Baoqi's table: "You should know Xiao Baoqi, right? He's from the White Lotus Sect."
"The guy sitting next to him with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks, he's from the restaurant beyond the pavilion..."
"Go report them to the authorities, have them all arrested, thrown into the death cell, and executed after autumn!"
Zhao Hong, whose worldview had just been repaired, felt it shatter all over again. His eyes bulged like a cow's: "You knew all along?"
Zhao Cha was cracking sunflower seeds, nodding indifferently: "Yeah, I knew long ago."
Zhao Hong: "And you still hung out with them?"
Zhao Cha: "Yeah, didn't you see?"
Zhao Hong trembled with anger and burst out: "Impossible..."
Zhao Cha gave him a look: "Don't make me slap you in front of everyone!"