After hanging up the phone, Mengyao looked at Ye Fan and said with a smile, "I told my uncle that you were still dead drunk, which made him really happy. He said he wants to drink with you again in the future, but he just doesn't believe his own health has improved and refuses to go to the hospital."
"Drink? Sure, who's afraid of who? Next time, I'll easily knock him down again, no doubt about it," Ye Fan said spiritedly. "But if he doesn't want to go to the hospital, that's fine. It won't take long for him to have a chance to realize that his health has truly improved."
"Show-off." Mengyao smiled silently, quite fond of Ye Fan's arrogant demeanor.
However, it must be said, Ye Fan's alcohol tolerance is simply astronomical.
"I'm just speaking the truth." Ye Fan thought of Xu Dalong and couldn't help but chuckle.