Afterwards, Mu Zhuoshen sat on the sofa like a just-turned-eighteen-year-old bashful girl, constantly beading cold sweat on his forehead.
Zhan Ji elegantly poured four glasses of red wine, handing one to Mu Zhuoshen in front of him, "Daring to stir trouble right under the Tai Sui's nose, Ashen, you truly have some talent, and I don't feel sorry for you at all," he said.
Having said that, he handed two glasses to Mr. and Mrs. Qiao Chengxun, keeping the last one for himself.
With fingers pinched like an orchid, Mu Zhuoshen said in a bizarre tone, "Hate, everyone else is like this, and you don't even comfort me, instead you hurt me!"
Upon hearing this, Zhan Ji frowned and glared, "You motherfucker just did a splits and split your 'little brother' too, didn't you?"
Mu Zhuoshen instantly regained his composure and angrily said, "Why don't you try it? I'll definitely make you feel like you're floating on cloud nine."