"The fire was set by the Luo Family themselves."
Qiao Nanchu clicked his tongue, "The Luo Family really are a bunch of beasts."
No, beasts are better.
Jiang Zhi finally added two ice cubes to the adjusted drink, shook it until it was even, picked it up, and brought it to his lips.
Before he could taste it, Qiao Nanchu intercepted his glass, took a sip, put it down, then grabbed a clean goblet and poured him a glass of milk, "Drink your milk."
Jiang Zhi gave him a cold look and snatched the drink back.
"Bang!"
Xue Baoyi kicked open the door and came in.
Qiao Nanchu glanced at him, "What's wrong with you? Such a fiery temper."
He walked over, snatched the glass of alcohol from Jiang Zhi's hand, and gulped it down, "I've been screwed over."
Jiang Zhi kicked his shin, telling him to move away, and climbed down from the barstool to nest on the sofa.
"Who screwed you over?" Qiao Nanchu's mouth curled with a smile, clearly delighting in his misfortune.
