Two hours later, Lu Jingli had sacrificed himself gloriously, but before he passed out, he still hadn’t been able to get even half a word out of Jiang Muye that kid.
In fact, Jiang Muye was also on his last legs, but it was clear that Lu Jingli had been trying to get words out of his mouth, so he had endured until now.
It was really hard having such a gossipy uncle…
He had the vague feeling that there seemed to be some other reason for Lu Jingli being so determined to figure this thing out, but his mind was mush by now, and there was no way he could think properly.
Lu Tingxiao was the only sober one at the table.
Lu Tingxiao called his butler over to pick up Lu Jingli. Then he stood up and headed for the living room.
The huge game screen had one big word "Pass" on it. Ning Xi and Little Treasure were sprawled on the sofa fast asleep.
Lu Tingxiao walked over lightly.
