Lu Xingzhi's voice was soft and gentle, pleasant to the ear, yet the words she spoke were
remembered by Qin Shihuai with absolute clarity.
"No, no, no, Little Zhi Liao, this is something I specifically got for you. It has nothing to do with Jin Chen. Besides Jin Chen, we're friends too, aren't we?" Qin Shihuai squinted his eyes, laughing like a fox.
"It's fine, even if we're friends, things should be clear. I can't just take your stuff. Although I don't have much money, I can still afford a few jars of wine." Lu Xingzhi was unmoved.
"Oh dear! My little aunt, I was wrong, okay? Please be magnanimous and forgive my loose tongue!" Qin Shihuai finally understood, neither Huo Jincheng nor Lu Xingzhi could be messed with.
"Brother Shihuai, what are you talking about?" Lu Xingzhi's eyes curved as she smiled brightly, "I'm nine years younger than you! You're the same age as my Uncle. You're the adult!"
Qin Shihuai was about to cry, "Little aunt, what do you want me to do exactly?"
