Gu Junzhu furrowed his brows, swiftly striding towards him.
Ye Xingbei was scared by his angry aura and hurriedly chased after him, grabbing onto his clothes: "Speak kindly to Xiao Qiao. Don't get angry with him, Xiao Qiao is..."
"Smash!" The bottle in Qiao Zui's hand fell to the ground, shattering, interrupting Ye Xingbei's words.
Ignoring the sound of the broken bottle, Qiao Zui picked up another one, popped it open and started guzzling it down.
Gu Junzhu walked over to him, snatching the bottle out of his hand.
Qiao Zui's body swayed, his knees weakening, and he started falling to the ground.
Seeing Qiao Zui on the verge of kneeling on the shards of glass, Ye Xingbei let out an alarmed cry. Gu Junzhu reached out, pulling him up and slapped him across the head, "Damn it! You're acting like you want to ruin your already injured arm and now your legs too?"
