Old Chen wanted to see blood.
That was something Li Che had agreed to before.
Li Che had said that it was not suitable for Xi Xi's birthday to see blood, and they should wait for a better day.
Today, Xi Xi's birthday was over.
Old Chen's eyes were cloudy with traces of bloodshot, clearly, he hadn't slept well last night.
Li Che stuffed a bun in his mouth and looked at Old Chen, "Alright."
He didn't ask why.
He didn't inquire about the reason.
Because Li Che trusted in Old Chen's nature, he wouldn't harbor any ill intentions, and the blood he wanted to see would not be from any innocent person.
Old Chen's tense body suddenly relaxed.
He let out a long breath, the oppressive feel that Li Che now exuded was too strong.
If he hadn't known Li Che's secret identity, it would have been fine, but knowing it, Old Chen felt as overwhelmed as facing a mountain, so suffocated he could hardly breathe.
Bull Demon...
