Jun Mobai and Yu Xiaolian's eyes met, and their minds were instantly filled with the image of a young girl, hands covered in blood, crying in panic because of her initial tide.
Jun Mobai and Fu Qing blushed secretly and averted their gaze.
Yu Xiaolian also put on a shy expression and walked away in a fluster.
Looking at Jun Mobai and Fu Qing's dark circles, it was clear they hadn't slept all night trying to catch someone.
Yu Xiaolian internally criticized, why come to her place to eat when there are other options?
Not afraid the lady here would poison you.
And judging by the wine bottles on the table, it was clearly the old aged liquor from Taotao Residence, stored in tin containers.
Fifty-five degrees, and Jun Mobai had already drunk two bottles.
Wouldn't someone have to carry him out later?
