"Hahaha—"
Fang Hong watched Tianlan pounding the table and gasping for air, laughing like a fool. He was genuinely worried that this little girl might laugh herself breathless, even though she had been in this state for the past fifteen minutes.
Tianlan was laughing while taking a deep breath through her nose, then started coughing violently, tears streaming down her face. Her face turned crimson as if she was on the brink of death, yet she still managed to say intermittently: "Hahaha, Brother Ade, did you see that guy's expression? It really looked like a pot bottom!"
Fang Hong quickly patted her back to prevent her from suffocating—though the nearby Resurrection Temple wasn't too far.
At that time, he, Bakins, and Luo Yu came up from the lower deck, the farce in the conference room had long ended, and the young man had sat back down without saying a word, so they happened to miss the most exciting performance of the farce.
