"I don't have time." The man spread open the hem of his trench coat and took a seat opposite Li Qiao in a commanding manner, picked up the glass of brandy, sniffed it, and his expression soured, "I don't drink brandy."
Li Qiao crossed her legs, leaned back in her chair, and remained silent, just looking at him coolly and indifferently.
The other party ground his teeth, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, "At the very least, I'm your senior fellow. Is this how you treat me?"
"After committing acts of treachery against our master, you think there's a problem with my treating you like this?"
The man did not speak for a long time, his callused hands tightly clutching the glass, and he sneered coldly, "Is that old man still alive in the Poor People's Kiln? If so, it seems I need to consider committing the sin of treachery against my master once again."
"You can try." Li Qiao glared at him expressionlessly, "Last time it was your nose bridge, what do you want to break next?"
