Feng Jun had a lot of complaints about Old Master Yu, but he knew he couldn't change anything.
Yu Qingzhu's face also flushed a little, but she didn't mind Feng Jun's sarcastic remarks—since she met him, she had heard countless sarcastic comments, but some things are better said in private, right? With so many bystanders around, don't I need to save face?
So she could only express, "He's had too much to drink. Let him sober up a bit, and he'll be off to sleep soon."
She pushed the old man away, Cao Rui was still a bit confused, but didn't dare say much, he could only tentatively ask, "Is this old man here to retire?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Mingshun had already righted his chair and was back seated; he really wasn't that drunk; he was just scared earlier, "Don't ask about the old man's business... it's really classified."
