Schreyer looked at the empty crystal goblet again, Mr. Xu had drunk a lot tonight.
The girl refilled his glass again, and he seemed in a good mood, drinking several glasses of rum with great relish, while instructing someone over the phone and smiling at the girl.
Why didn't he bring his little lover who liked to take pictures, travel, and deceive people? Had they grown tired of each other and broken up? Schreyer thought this and wasn't surprised in the least—sometimes, Mr. Xu's affection could turn to indifference in a mere second.
Xu Jingxi said the last words, "Uncle Jiang, I leave it to you."
Indeed.
His friend's trifling matters were none of his concern; even if they were dying in front of him, he wouldn't give them a second glance. Was he obligated to take care of everything he could handle?
Xu Jingxi had never been a saint.
But after thinking it over, he couldn't allow his bedmate to be bullied—not even if the Emperor himself showed up.