"Peixuan Ruxi!"
A loud voice thundered through the house, and the floorboards vibrated.
Peixuan Ruxi jumped up in fright and almost spilled boba milk tea on his pants.
"Shit!" he cursed. "How the fuck did he get in?"
Lu Xiaochi was standing behind him, expressionless. He watched as his master muttered a string of ugly, vulgar curses before heading to the hall.
The King of the Underworld had such colorful language.
Shentu Jing had broken into his house early in the morning. Even the servants couldn't stop him. The butler was petrified on the spot and let him pass through easily.
"What's the matter? If there's anything, we can discuss it at the nightclub," Peixuan Ruxi said calmly, putting his milk tea down.
Shentu Jing looked like he was about to explode. The house rattled underneath his feet, the table lamp swayed, and the birds flew off from where they were perched.
Peixuan Ruxi guessed he might be here because of that "date" with his Little Pearl.
