"You are..." Robert Nicholas stared blankly at Emily Berns, feeling like he had never seen this woman before. In fact, he usually didn't watch much TV, and the celebrity he mentioned just now was merely something he heard from others, so he said it out of habit. He didn't even know what Emily Berns looked like.
Emily Berns smiled slightly and said, "Oh, Uncle, what's the matter with you? Didn't you just say I drank with you, and now you can't recognize me?"
"I said Emily Berns drank with me. Oh yes, of course, you're drinking with me now. Remember, my name is Robert Nicholas. In the future, when you have issues, just mention drinking with me. Everyone within a hundred miles will show me some respect."
John Brown almost hit his head on the table. Could this Robert Nicholas be any dumber? He didn't understand Emily Berns at all; instead, he thought Emily Berns wanted to use him to boost her identity. It's incredible how thick-skinned he is.
