Xi Jiu responded indifferently with a hum and tossed the bloodied towel to him.
Gong Qi took the towel and draped it over his arm, completely unconcerned whether his spotless Bai Yi would get dirty.
"Family Head, the medicinal bath is ready. Would you like to..."
"No need." Xi Jiu's voice was colder than usual, with a hint of the raspiness of a wild beast.
A hint of concern appeared in Gong Qi's smiling eyes.
"Family Head," he pushed up his Gold-Rimmed Glasses, "You have just fought with a beast and been influenced by the killing. Your temperament is unstable. If you don't use the medicinal bath to suppress it, with the Vigor Technique you practice, it's very easy to lose control..."
"Gong Qi."
Xi Jiu spoke emotionlessly, "How many years have you been with the Xi Family?"
"Eleven years."
Xi Jiu, "In these eleven years, have I ever lost control?"
