"You... Han Xi, you're really ungrateful. If I wanted to kill you, I could just shoot you dead right now, why would I bother to give you drugs over and over again?"
Liao Tingting shouted sharply, the delicate makeup on her side profile tense.
Liao Tingxiao leaned over and took the soup bowl in front of Han Xi: "I'll drink it for Xiao Xi, she's injured and really shouldn't drink seafood soup."
Liao Tingting didn't stop him, anyway it didn't matter who drank it between the two of them.
After dinner, Liao Tingxiao went to the study. There were a few shipments that needed to be transported into the country recently, so he and Zhang Chao had to start making arrangements.
The two of them talked in the study for about ten minutes, then Liao Tingxiao started feeling uncomfortably hot. He raised his hand to tug at his shirt collar, just as he was about to get a glass of water, the study door was pushed open.
