At the moment of drinking the scalding hot oil soup, Wu Youwei clearly saw that Qin Hao's expression didn't change at all, not even a blink.
He was frustrated and shocked.
Isn't it burning him?
That's oil close to a hundred degrees Celsius!
"Ah, so full!"
Qin Hao put down the spoon and pointed at the pot, saying, "Brother, have a sip too."
Wu Youwei shook his head pale-faced, turned around, said nothing, and left, his back looking so embarrassed.
"Why did he leave?"
Lin Yuhan asked, not understanding.
Qin Hao laughed, "Your husband can drink hot oil, he reckons he can't do it, so he ran away."
"Tch, drinking hot oil is not a big deal. Besides, wasn't he here to challenge you? The duel hasn't even started yet!"
Lin Yuhan seemed a bit impatient, "Finally taking a break, and I wanted to watch some martial arts drama."
