Zhao Rong immediately put on a straight face, "Where did that come from? You must have mistaken me for someone else. Take a closer look at my handsome face. Does the person you're looking for have a face as handsome as mine? And would he still need to pay for his drinks?"
Li Bai, holding his sword, glanced at him and said with a pointed tone, "No matter how handsome you get, you're still a brat. So you think looking handsome lets you freeload off my niece, Qian'er, and even your uncle's drinks?"
Zhao Rong blinked.
The playful exchange lightened the previously gloomy mood considerably.
He patted his sleeve, nodded seriously, and said, "Alright, I'll do as the good man says."
With that, Zhao Rong took out the fine Great Li wine he had stored in Hanjing from his Sumeru Object and tossed it to the grinning man.
Li Bai was amused and slapped the brat's shoulder forcefully, saying with a mix of humor and helplessness, "What good man, bad man? Hurry and call me Uncle!"
