In the hotel's Presidential Suite.
Shangguan shixiu's wound had been rebandaged.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a blank expression.
If it wasn't for his face that was as pale as paper, no one would be able to tell that he was injured.
The invitation to the Lin family's banquet tomorrow night was still in her hand.
"Young master."
Uncle Liang had just come in and saw him drinking hard liquor.
"Did Lu Jiashu call you?"
With his back to uncle Liang, Shangguan shixiu's question was extremely cold.
His handsome and feminine face was reflected in the French window.
"I did, but I didn't pick up."
Uncle Liang answered honestly.
"Fight back."
Shangguan shixiu took another sip of the strong wine that burned his throat.
"This ..."
For a moment, uncle Liang couldn't figure out his intentions.
As if sensing his confusion, Shangguan shixiu slowly turned around with the glass in his hand.
