Leng Youchen downed three glasses of liquor in quick succession, the strong spirits burning uncomfortably in his stomach. A faint blush tinted his handsome face as he leaned against the back of the sofa, leisurely smoking a cigarette.
Lu Junxi was flabbergasted, "Third Brother, what's gotten into you? That booze is strong."
Leng Youchen's eyes were deep and enigmatic as he watched Lu Junxi start to speak several times but then stop. Lu Junxi was totally at a loss, like Monk Zhanger with no clue what to do, observing him chain-smoking, definitely in a bad mood.
"Is there a problem with you and sister-in-law, is sex life not harmonious?"
Before he even finished, he was met with a vicious kick from the man. Clutching his leg and howling in pain, that kick was hard—could it be that he had hit the nail on the head? He heard that last time the sister-in-law was drugged, Third Brother beat the offender so badly that they couldn't get out of bed.
