Mu Xingye's gaze was fixed heavily on Qiao Yucong.
The wine glass Qiao Yucong held between his fingers slowly tilted, and he suddenly jumped up as the liquid dampened between his legs!
Wine splashed all over him, and the glass shattered on the ground, an utter mess.
The serene composure he had just moments ago had vanished entirely!
"Young Master Mu, good evening," Qiao Yucong said, and immediately felt he had misspoken. He smacked his own mouth twice.
Mu Xingye walked over to the table and pulled up a chair to sit down.
Qiao Yucong didn't dare approach, remaining seated on the tatami by the window, reeking of alcohol, wet and sticky, utterly uncomfortable.
"Do you know why I asked you to come here?"
"Because of Wei Lingyu? I heard he has come to Jincheng. That guy is like a bad penny, probably won't leave anytime soon." Qiao Yucong secretly let out a sigh of relief, glad that business was the topic of discussion.
