"Zuzi, you, you, you finished drinking that?" Wu Qianman looked at Xi Zuzi in shock, who had downed a whole large glass of lemon soda almost in a second.
Mouth agape in surprise.
Xi Zuzi's eyes flickered, her lip line tightly pressed: "Yes."
Wu Qianman licked her lips: "I-I'll get you more!"
Seeing her little Ancestor so thirsty, she regretted dealing with those vocational students earlier, which delayed this important task of bringing water to her Ancestor!
Xi Zuzi pressed her arm, her tone steady: "No need."
Where her eyes could reach, the bartender was already gone!
The whole bar was still noisy and bustling with heated dances, even Cao Pengyong collapsing in a bloody mess only caused a fleeting ripple.
Xi Zuzi heard it again, that subtle yet clear sound of footsteps: "Da, da, da."
Ha, the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.
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Qingcheng Four Seas Hotel.
In an ordinary suite rented long-term.
Nangong Meng was holding her phone with delight.
