1789: An Lan Almost Died of Laughter

An Lan Almost Died of Laughter

Cao Meng coughed lightly, a faint smile on her face. "It's best that you two come to an agreement first."1

An Lan stared at Xu Baohan helplessly. But Xu Baohan kept his eyes on the road and didn't look at her. He replied, "I don't like lying."

An Lan :"..."

What else could she say?

Remember Chen Ke, An Lan decided to shut up.

...

After arriving at the KTV, the four women got out of the car while Xu Baohan went to look for a parking spot.

As they walked in, Cao Meng patted An Lan on the shoulder. "Judge Xu is not bad. Keep it up."

Liu Qinmin encouraged her as well. "I bet on 50 cents that senior Xu likes you."

"..."

50 cents? Are you serious?

An Lan was at a loss and wondered if Xu Baohan really liked her.

She had the feeling that she was being targeted by a wolf.

When she went upstairs, Zheng Jun and the others had already arrived. They had ordered a few cases of beer and red wine.

An Lan had a headache, wondering if they were determined to get drunk. Fortunately, after years of practicing, she could hold her liquor.

Not long after, Xu Baohan also came in. There were already two women sitting beside An Lan, so he could only sit about four meters away from her.

When everyone had arrived, some of them knew how to warm up atmosphere and started toasting while others began to sing songs, play games or chat.

An Lan didn't play games since the losers must drink wine, so she picked up a microphone and began to sing.

However, as she sang, things became a little weird.

That was because Chen Ke, that tactless man, had taken over the other microphone. His singing was bad but he liked to roar into the microphone, thinking that was the way to sing the high notes.

An Lan's voice was completely covered by his. She simply put down the microphone and let him sing.

Chen Ke shamelessly walked over and said loudly, "An Lan, let's sing the next song together. We Must Love Even If We Die."

An Lan's lips twitched. "No, thank you. Your singing is so good. I don't feel worthy to sing with you."

Chen Ke did not hear her sarcasm at all. He laughed and said, "It's okay. I know that song is very difficult, but I will help you."

An Lan ignored him. Just as the song was about to play, they found it had been to another song Ugly Guy.

Those who were watching the show were stunned, especially An Lan and Chen Ke.

"I'm sorry, it's my song. Give me the microphone, Ugly Guy." Xu Baohan's tall figure appeared in front of the two of them. He was a head taller than Chen Ke and was looking down at him, his gaze as cold as the abyss.

An Lan's lips twitched, almost bursting into laughter. How mean he was.

"Whom are you calling Ugly Guy?" Chen Ke looked as if he wanted to kill Xu Bohan with his gaze.

Xu Baohan looked at him with a are-you-crazy gaze and said, "I was talking about the title of my song, not you. Aren't you being too sensitive?"

"You..." Chen Ke glared at him, knowing Xu Bohan was doing it on purpose. "Then why did you change my song?"

"To purify the air." Xu Baohan suddenly smiled.

Chen Ke was stunned, looking confused. "Are you crazy? The air is fine and doesn't need you to purify it."

"I'm talking about you singing. It was too...noisy. I wanted to change to a quiet song to let everyone have some peace." Xu Baohan looked at him calmly.

An Lan almost died of laughter. She believed that he had wanted to say Chen Ke's singing was terrible when he paused. Fortunately, he didn't say it, or they'd get into a fistfight.

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