Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

Chapter 1973 He felt like he was going to be beaten to death tonight!

”Third Elder, come with me…” Big Dipper turned to Third Elder.

”Scram!” Third Elder yelled.

Big Dipper’s gazed landed on Seven Star. ”Seven…”

”No,” Seven Star promptly replied.

Big Dipper: ”…”

Didn’t people say times of disaster showed who true friends were and that friends stayed with you through the good and bad?! Men were all freaking pig trotters!

And so, Big Dipper had no choice but to slowly trudge toward Ye Wanwan with an ingratiating smile on his face.

”Sis Feng…” Big Dipper called.

Before Big Dipper could finish speaking, Ye Wanwan swung her right arm and Big Dipper’s nose was punched again quicker than anyone could react.

Big Dipper clutched his nose and looked at Ye Wanwan, aggrieved. ”Sis Feng, can’t you hit a different spot?”

Ye Wanwan pointed at the nearby liquor cabinet. ”Isn’t… isn’t that alcohol?”

Big Dipper: ”…”

Didn’t they say a drunk person’s intelligence went to zero? She didn’t act dumb! She still knew there was alcohol inside the liquor cabinet. Big Dipper felt like he was going to be beaten to death tonight!

”Oh right, Sis Feng, Lord Asura! Lord Asura needs you for something super urgent!” Big Dipper hastily shouted. Lord Asura had become his last salvation.

”Lord Asura…”

Confusion surfaced in Ye Wanwan’s eyes.

”W-where…?” Ye Wanwan examined her surroundings.

”H-h-here! He’s here!”

Big Dipper quickly stood up and sprinted toward Autumn Water, making her lift up the phone to face Ye Wanwan.

”Downer!” Ye Wanwan frowned deeply. ”Drinking… is drinking… Why… why would you display a funeral portrait…?”

Big Dipper: ”…”

First Elder: ”…”

Second Elder: ”…”

Third Elder: ”…”

No one expected their President to call the video version of Lord Asura a funeral portrait. Even Si Yehan couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

”Sis Feng, that isn’t a funeral portrait. It’s Lord Asura,” First Elder corrected Ye Wanwan.

”Lord Asura?”

Ye Wanwan frowned and squinted her eyes, carefully inspecting the man on the phone screen.

Si Yehan also silently stared back at Ye Wanwan.

”Why did… Lord Asura… die?” Ye Wanwan asked a moment later.

Everyone was dumbfounded again.

Wow. Drinking alcohol seriously evoked a major disaster.

”President Bai, I’m still alive,” Si Yehan quickly refuted.

”Ehh, it’s not a funeral portrait.” Curiosity filled Ye Wanwan’s face when she heard the man speaking.

Ye Wanwan carefully examined Si Yehan for a long time before pointing at him and suddenly asking, ”You’re Lord Asura? That can’t be. Aren’t you… aren’t you that lackey Lord Asura imprisoned in the little black house…”

The man in the video unwaveringly met Ye Wanwan’s eyes, as though he wanted to search for something in her eyes.

Did she finally remember something?

First Elder and the others all looked at Ye Wanwan, baffled. What in the world was their President saying? This man was clearly the big boss of Asura, so why did the President call him a lackey?

”Sis Feng really drunk too much; she can’t even recognize Lord Asura. It’s not like she drank that much!” Big Dipper muttered.

”Sis Feng has low tolerance,” Seven Star cut in.