Li Yeqi's gaze turned sharper, his voice ice-cold, "Zhou Bei, immediately notify their editor-in-chief. If any news about me dares to appear in tomorrow morning's newspaper, they can forget about mixing in this circle."
Even through the phone, Zhou Bei could feel the chill emanating from the man. He said, "But the newspapers have already been printed..."
Li Yeqi's brows knitted tightly, his aura darkening, "Have them reprint it."
After hanging up the phone, Li Yeqi, frustrated and in disarray, lit a cigarette and stepped out of his door.
Downstairs, Yan Luoxi had prepared the hangover soup and deliberately added a lot of vinegar. She took a sip and shuddered from the sourness, rushing to the trash can to spit it out.
She looked at the pitch-black hangover soup and whimsically imagined that once he drank it, he would surely hate his stomach for being so sour, and she couldn't help but smile cheerfully.
Hmph!
