Wen Qinxi was at a loss of words faced by this naughty teenager but despite his initial surprise, he was glad he had someone to keep him company. He ambled over and placed the jar for wine on the table before sitting on the floor cushion.
Wen Qinxi flickered his long hair back and asked, "Did you steal from your father again?..... You know what his temper is like. He's going to burst in here and drag you home."
A slight grin appeared on Qie Xieling's face as he placed a juicy piece of braised beef in Zhao Zhi's bowl. "Shixiong, you think I would be stupid enough to rob my father twice... Actually, I stole it from my uncle this time," explained Qie Xieling while watching Zhao Zhi pour out the sweet-smelling wine.
