Watching Han Lihu, who looked like a rabid dog, Su Xiang staggered to the circular table with a pale face. Just when Han Lihu grinned, thinking the other was about to yield, Su Xiang picked up the hookah bottle on the table, supported his body with one hand, and calmly jumped onto the table edge. His expression instantly returned to serenity and indifferently said, "I thought you'd come up with some demands with your advantage, so I specially cooperated with your performance. Is this it? Haha." After speaking, he shook his head regretfully, giving Han Lihu a pitiful glance and resumed smoking, no longer looking at him.
Han Lihu, taken aback by this sudden change, looked bewilderedly at the woman in his arms, then at Su Xiang, and roared, "What T M trick are you playing? If you don't do what I say, I'll kill her now!"
