Zhao Qian remained where he was and ruminated for a moment before making his way back with ponderous, heavy footsteps.
Just then, a human head dangled down from the corridor.
Zhao Qian: "..."
He cracked his knuckles loudly and put up his fists. He was about to take a swing at that head when abruptly, it disappeared from view with a whoosh.
Zhao Qian's chubby, pale face quivered slightly. Restraining himself, he walked forward.
After he had taken a few steps, Chu Yi suddenly leaped down from the corridor and blocked his path. "It's hard to imagine that even you have such indulgences, Butler Zhao!" he teased.
Zhao Qian scoffed, "What indulgences do I have?" The only thing he indulged in whenever he had time to spare was some casual gambling—what was wrong with that?
