"Who's the boss here?"
That voice, along with a gust of chilly wind, blew past.
Xin Lin nearly fell off her stool, all smiles plastered across her face.
"You are, you are, isn't that enough?"
"A master!"
Ma Jingtian, with a face full of delight, circled around Gui Hu, offering him tea and pouring wine.
"Brown-noser."
Xin Lin muttered to herself, but obediently made room for Gui Hu to sit.
Chu Beiqing was busily dealing with a roast chicken when he heard the voice. He looked up and saw a cold-faced man appear before him.
The man was tall and sturdy, a good half-head taller than Silly Chu himself.
Gui Hu suddenly appeared and glanced at Chu Beiqing.
Chu Beiqing looked at Gui Hu with a silly grin and then smiled broadly, offering the roast chicken to him.
"Eat...eat..."
He liked this person, who actually looked quite pleasing to the eye.
Gui Hu raised an eyebrow and looked at Chu Beiqing.
"People don't eat this."
