"Young Master!"
Ye Feihua exclaimed, immediately taking an emergency kit out of a bag on the ground and carefully started to clean and treat the blood and wounds on Ye Jin'an's hands.
Ye Jin'an remained still, letting her attend to him, his blood-red eyes staring straight ahead as if the person he most wanted to kill in his life was standing right behind Xiao Ming.
"Hello? Chun, are you still at the clubhouse? ... Alright, I'm in the garden's rockery pavilion right now, send someone with a bottle of good wine... Oh, and chopsticks too, at least four sets."
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Ming put away his cellphone, while Ye Jin'an's expression had become extremely strange.
"You little rascal, I'm here suffering and dramatic, and even if you don't regard me as your uncle, you should at least have some normal human compassion, and yet you're still thinking about drinking? What the hell is that about?"
"Because we haven't finished eating, but you wasted the wine."
