Qi Jiu arched an eyebrow, "Grudges? This was the first time I've met the third prince. How could there be any grudges?"
To be honest, it would be better if he dropped dead; I find him very distasteful.
From one side, Beitang Chuxin coldly stated, "Drawing your weapon at our first meeting, what an unusual way to converse, General Qi."
Qi Jui nonchalantly responded, "I simply felt that my pistol holster was loose; I was just trying to secure it."
This was such an obviously sloppy lie. Nevertheless, Qi Jiu said it as if it was an undeniable fact, as if to say: believe it or not, that's what happened.
Beitang Qing glanced at the ever-inexpressive Shen Nie. "If there's no misunderstanding, that's even better... third brother, it's getting late, your health isn't good, it's better for you to return to the hotel and rest."
Qi Jiu sneered in contempt.
Such a major fake show.
