Leng Youchen raised his eyebrows coldly, "I asked you to drink with me, not to touch my bad luck."
The man who had just been cursed with impotence and premature ejaculation was in an extremely foul mood, his handsome face sour as if someone owed him billions and hadn't paid back.
Lu Junxi wouldn't dare to act rashly, so he obediently sat down to accompany him in drinking, "Speaking of which, you seem a bit frustrated. Where is our sister-in-law Anning?"
The man gave him a sidelong glance, the pot calling the kettle black.
Lu Junxi felt a chill on his scalp from his resentful gaze, damn it, he must have walked under a ladder today, as every word he spoke seemed to hit a landmine, about to be blown to pieces.
