Su Yang was speechless for a moment. Lü Donglin, normally so sharp, how could he get so dizzy from a single compliment by this Drunken Monk? A place like this—is it somewhere you can just stroll into because you're good-looking? Look at me—I'm so handsome, did I run in there?
Drunken Monk and Su Yang followed Lü Donglin all the way to a desolate corner, where they finally stopped.
"Damn it, you conniving drunk! You set me up!" Lü Donglin blurted out. "Once I got in there, the women didn't even bother to see what I looked like! They just started screaming right away."
"Really?" Drunken Monk appeared intrigued. "I thought women liked handsome guys? Maybe you're just not handsome enough?"
"Get lost!" Lü Donglin retorted irritably. "Now what do we do? Hey, are you sure your junior is even in there? I checked; there's no place to hide in there. Where could he possibly be?"
"He's definitely in there. I can feel his presence," Drunken Monk asserted.
