Deano Zell was furious, and Helena Zell spoke as if they were deliberately making things difficult for her, twisting the truth with just a few words.
"Helena Zell, enough. Do you really want to publicize what you've done? You might have the face to tell, but I don't have the face to hear it."
Helena Zell said aggrievedly, "Big Brother, why do you say that? Others might not know, but don't you understand? Everything I've done was for you, brother. Besides, I only want to toast you with a drink. In such a public setting, what else could I possibly do?"
She turned her head and winked at a man at the nearby table who had been staring at her chest. "Isn't that right?"
The man felt a tingling sensation all over, as if his brain had stopped working, and blurted out, "Yes, grown man, it's just a drink, isn't it? A real man should down it in one gulp, be straightforward, it's a drink from your own younger sister."
Upon hearing this, his wife angrily pinched his thigh hard.
