"Kachink—"
The main gate opened.
The freezing cold retreated, the sunlight from above shone down, completely dispelling the gloom within.
Bo Qingyu lowered his head to pull out a cigarette, lit it at the corner of his mouth, exhaled smoke with his chin tilted up, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The sunlight above could not make it into his pupils.
Xun Huai walked over, glanced at him, his tone respectful, "This is not an ordinary place, sir. Some jokes should not be made here."
Especially after just saying he'd kill someone to accompany her.
If an accident were to happen, they might also experience some trouble.
Bo Qingyu flicked the ash from his cigarette, glanced at Xun Huai diagonally, "I'm serious."
No joke.
If Jiang Ruan nodded, he would actually go inside with a gun to accompany her.
Anyway, he's quite bored, isn't he?
Xun Huai: "..."
Their master's eccentricities were not a day old. It was just a matter of getting used to them.
