Zhao Ruicheng must have mistaken him for someone else, right?
Zhao Keng is his son, not Xiao Chen.
Zhao Keng was bewildered as well: "Dad, what are you doing? He's just a former War God who's lost his power. With our Zhao Family's strength, do we really need to fear him?"
"Shut up!"
Zhao Ruicheng slapped Zhao Keng again.
His mission today was to keep Zhao Keng alive, so it didn't matter how many times he got slapped.
As long as he didn't end up dead.
"Not late, just in time!"
Xiao Chen said indifferently.
From that indifferent tone, Zhao Ruicheng detected anger.
Suddenly, he noticed a stain of wine on Xiao Chen's clothes, and he flared up immediately.
"Bastard, who did this, who splashed wine on Xiao War God?"
Everyone turned to look at Chen Li, who had just climbed up from the stairs.
Chen Li was stunned too, trembling as if she were a sieve.
