Perhaps that ghoul was too bored, which was why he was so angry at the wine cup.
He stared at the wine cup, and his sticky eyeball fell into the cup. His hollow body seemed to be embedded on the table.
Hearing Xie Qiao's words, Jiang Jinlu laughed instead of getting angry. "Senior Sister, are you drunk?"
"Is Junior Brother's nose blocked by grass? If I drink wine, can you not smell it?" Xie Qiao looked at him with disdain, and her actions were elegant.
Jiang Jinlu's heart skipped a beat, and his body tensed up.
Was senior sister angry?
He carefully glanced at her teacher. Seeing that her teacher was talking to Old Master Meng, he heaved a sigh of relief. However, at this moment, to Xie Qiao, his voice also became much softer. "Senior Sister, it's not that I'm making fun of you. It's just that your words..."
Clang.
