Finally realizing something, Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes became piercing as a knife as they stabbed into his friend's body. He gritted his teeth and said, "What did you put in my drink?"
"Cough." Mu Zhuoshen gave an innocent cough, "Mr. Qiao, you probably have about ten minutes left to stay calm. Maybe if you go home and take a shower, it won't be..."
He didn't finish his sentence when Qiao Chengxun had already left.
To be accurate, he had run off.
After leaving the bar, Qiao Chengxun hailed a taxi, and in just about ten minutes, he arrived at his front door.
"Ding-dong..." The sudden sound of the doorbell rang out, and Wen Meimei, who had just finished taking a bath and was coming downstairs to get a drink, looked towards the door, knowing it must be Qiao, King of Hell, returning home.
Should she go and open the door for him?
After hesitating for a while, she fiddled with the collar of her small jacket and deliberately dragged her feet to the door.