The City Lord's eyes flickered slightly upon seeing the beautiful woman sitting in front of him, playing with the wine glass. His face sank suddenly and he slapped his hand heavily on the table making a loud bang before he stood up.
He looked at Feng Jiu and asked in a deep voice: "Could it be that the Ghost Doctor doesn't want to show me courtesy, that's why you're refusing to drink the wine? That's why you said the wine has been mixed with drugs?"
Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows and said casually: "Even if so, so what? Does the City Lord want to make a move on me?"
"Ha! Did you think that you will be able to leave after you've entered my home, Ghost Doctor?" He snorted coldly and squinted at her with his muddy eyes.
Feng Jiu smiled lightly: "City Lord, do you think that those two words Ghost Doctor mean nothing? Do you know what those two words represent?" She stood up. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed by: "You want to make a move on me? You're not qualified!"
