"Wolf cub, why aren't you calling out anymore, huh?" Li Mochan looked down at the little wolf cub trapped in front of him, his eyes emitting dangerous signals.
A bunch of young guys dare to call him uncle, he would slowly settle this account.
In the dim staircase entrance, Ye Jiuliang was cornered against the wall, looking up at the man who had suddenly appeared, feeling nothing but shocked and guilty.
However, on the surface, Master Jiu definitely couldn't show any weakness.
Ye Jiuliang cracked a smile, looking utterly innocent, "Do you really want me to call out?"
"You, try, and, see." His voice grew even colder.
Ye Jiuliang chuckled and tried to withdraw her hand, "Li Mochan looks so handsome, calling you uncle makes you seem old. I was just joking earlier."
Li Mochan leaned down to sniff at her neck, his gaze darkening, "You've been drinking?"
"Just a little." She raised her hand, pinching her thumb and forefinger together to show.
"With those young guys?"
