Qiu Xue hurried over and lit a cigarette for Guangtou.
Soon the cigarette was lit, and smoke swirled around.
Guangtou stretched out his hand and pulled Qiu Xue by the waist; she obediently sat on his lap.
At this moment, surrounded by a throng of admirers, sitting alone on a chair like a king, with a beauty in his arms, Guangtou was indeed like an emperor.
And standing opposite him, Jiang Chuan was undoubtedly his subject, a lowly commoner whose life and death he could arbitrarily decide.
The people around them looked at Jiang Chuan with either pity or ridicule, with a hint of anticipation in their gaze.
They wanted to see how Jiang Chuan would chop off his own legs; it was certainly going to be an interesting scene.
As for Guangtou, his attention didn't seem to be on Jiang Chuan at all. Instead, he lowered his head, gazing greedily and directly at Qiu Xue's pretty face, with a smug smile.
"Guangtou, you're so annoying! You're embarrassing me with your gaze!"
