Xu Zhou stepped back, "Why the rush? Just wait until she's done with her thing before you go back, okay?"
Just as he finished his words, his phone rang.
Looking at the screen, Xu Zhou's playful smile dropped slightly: "Hello...What? He passed out?"
The call was brief, and just as he hung up, Huo Sichen asked, "Did that Li guy get beaten to death?"
Xu Zhou: "He shouldn't be that fragile, want to go take a look with me?"
"You certainly know how to make use of everything. Give me back my phone."
Li Cheng was locked in the basement of Xu Zhou's bar, which was filled with all kinds of fine wines. The young man, bruised all over, lay motionless on the floor.
As Xu Zhou returned the phone to Huo Sichen, he continued to nag: "You're too susceptible to women, you'll regret it when she starts to wear the pants."
Huo Sichen put the phone back in his pocket, leaned down on one knee, and gently lifted Li Cheng's chin.
