GBT Chapter 72

Chapter 63

An uneasy silence permeated the study.

Something was pulsating in the floating dust, wanting to dance into a spark.

“Tell me your thoughts.” Qi Yi Liao turned his chair, facing the young man directly. In that moment, the blood and gore behind his refinement were released. He was a benevolent ruler, and also a tyrant, able to switch with a thought.

Jiao Bai instantly had the illusion of an interview, or his first contact with the workplace after just graduating. He was just a high school student; it was necessary to consider his experience.

So Jiao Bai reluctantly said, “Actually, I don’t quite understand.”

He covered the bite wound on the back of his neck, mentally adding to Qi Yi Liao’s tab, and continued aloud, “I can’t imagine it.”

Hearing this, Qi Yi Liao said in an understanding tone, “Then, shall I show you?”

“…” Jiao Bai’s attention instantly shifted from his mental ledger. He glanced at Qi Yi Liao; it wasn’t entirely out of the question.

Qi Yi Liao followed his gaze downward.

Just as Jiao Bai was about to concoct some nonsense to explain, a helpless sigh sounded from above his head, “I still think I will give you a look , you child is too curious.”

“No, no.” Jiao Bai refused repeatedly. Absolutely not, I still want to see the sun tomorrow.

Qi Yi Liao asked definitively, “Really not?”

Jiao Bai nodded through the pain, “Really not.”

“Then, can you promise not to be curious in the future?” Qi Yi Liao asked patiently.

Jiao Bai said, “I can.”

I can my ass! Absolutely not! From today on, whenever he sees Qi Yi Liao, he will think of the cage.

Thinking of the cage, he will think of the bird confined inside.

Horrifying, utterly devastating, inhumane!

Jiao Bai’s drooping right hand was lifted again. This time, Qi Yi Liao did not stroke the callus on his palm, but looked at his graze: “Since Xiao Bai does not want to see, is not curious, then it’s okay.”

The graze on his hand was touched, causing a stinging pain. Jiao Bai endured it, but couldn’t help it, so he had to continue along Qi Yi Liao’s train of thought, “Third Brother, I can understand.”

Qi Yi Liao supported his hand with a few fingers, “Oh?”

“You told me before that the greater the power, the more one must restrain oneself. You don’t want to indulge, don’t want to become a slave to desire.” Jiao Bai’s voice trembled at the end. Qi Yi Liao brought his breath very close to the wound on his hand, it was so itchy.

Like the most beautiful feather on a bird, the one that best represents power and status, gently scratching him.

The owner of that bird asked, “What do you think?”

Jiao Bai: “…” He wanted to swallow this rolling ball in one gulp.

“Humans have seven emotions and six desires.” Qi Yi Liao released Jiao Bai’s hand, leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands together on his lap, and chuckled, “A mere carnal desire, do I need to restrain myself with such a great fanfare?”

“I think carnal desire itself is not scary, what’s scary is what it gives rise to.” Jiao Bai took his hand away from the back of his neck, casually wiping the bloodstains on his clothes, “For example, being too indulgent leads to promiscuity, indiscriminate sex, and contracting diseases.”

Qi Yi Liao seemed thoughtful, “Go on.”

Jiao Bai casually pulled out one or two of the old lecherous gong characters from cliché comics, mixed them together, and spoke at length.

Who knew that after listening, Qi Yi Liao would ask a nonsensical question, “Is that why you’re not with Old Shen?”

Jiao Bai was speechless. How did it get dragged to that old dog? Under Qi Yi Liao’s expectant gaze, he said, “It’s not like that.”

“Last year, when I was possessed and woke up from a serious illness, he went back to Xi Garden and brought me cake. I had just woken up then and was drinking Chinese medicine.” Jiao Bai was really too lazy to bring this up. It wasn’t that he was still angry, but that he simply didn’t want to recall it.

Qi Yi Liao nodded slightly, “You think his attention is only superficial, not truly thinking of you.”

“Anyway,” Jiao Bai rolled his eyes, “He said to me, ‘You have the title of Mrs. Shen, and I’ve given you half of my property. Why are you still not satisfied? What exactly do you want?'”

Speaking to this point, Jiao Bai stopped.

Qi Yi Liao didn’t ask for a long time.

Jiao Bai’s hook hadn’t caught anyone, and he couldn’t hold back any longer, “Third Brother, don’t you want to know how I answered?”

“Freedom, equality,” Qi Yi Liao looked up at him, “Aren’t those the two things? They’re both in your eyes.”

Jiao Bai froze. He suddenly bent down, raised his hand, and placed it on Qi Yi Liao’s head.

In this second, the world seemed to stand still, split apart, and shatter into pieces.

Jiao Bai said dryly, “Third Brother, you have a blade of grass on your head. I’ll take it off for you.” I’m sorry, Old Pervert, please believe me, I just wanted to hold your cat, it’s crying.

And the cat’s head just happened to be on top of Qi Yi Liao’s head.

This really isn’t his fault.

Qi Yi Liao smiled ambiguously, “Where’s the grass?”

Jiao Bai’s hand only held the word “grass,” which had popped out of his heart and landed there, with no physical object.

Qi Yi Liao stood up from the chair, reached behind him, and accurately pressed on the injured area on the back of the young man’s neck, stroking it lightly and heavily, with a very disappointed tone, “Xiao Bai, Third Brother doesn’t like dishonest children. You should know this.”

“Okay, I admit it, I just wanted to comfort you, because,” Jiao Bai inhaled, he said one of the few truths since entering this world, “Standing from a man’s point of view, I sympathize with you.”

The study fell into dead silence.

Qi Yi Liao’s palm pressed against the back of the young man’s neck, his fingers closing over the place he had previously gripped, almost perfectly and neatly overlapping, “How did you promise me a few minutes ago? That you wouldn’t have any more curiosity, and now you want to again.”

Jiao Bai felt guilty.

“You should still go to the bathroom with Third Brother, so you can see enough.” Qi Yi Liao turned him sideways, pushing him towards a wall.

Jiao Bai walked in front, Qi Yi Liao gripped him from behind, while the other hand straightened his coat, which he had messed up at some point, and even pulled down his hem.

Gloomy and considerate.

As expected of an Old Pervert, completely unpredictable.

The white cat was wagging its tail at Jiao Bai.

Jiao Bai was instantly unafraid. Qi Yi Liao said he’d show him, but it was just to scare him, a perverse hobby.

“Third Brother, are you really going to show me?” Jiao Bai looked back at Qi Yi Liao, then turned back to look ahead, “Do you need to use a key to open it? I’m guessing, I don’t know if that’s how it is.”

“Heh.”

A laugh came from behind him.

“You’re dishonest again.” Qi Yi Liao raised his empty hand and affectionately pinched Jiao Bai’s ear, but the voice he breathed into his ear was wrapped in a dark torment, “If you keep doing this, Uncle will be unhappy.”

Jiao Bai didn’t speak. His skills weren’t up to par, he couldn’t handle it, couldn’t handle it.

Qi Yi Liao indeed did not take Jiao Bai to the bathroom. He went in himself. The door, which was the same color as the wall, closed in front of Jiao Bai, seamlessly merging with the wall.

Jiao Bai stood in place sorting out his thoughts. Tonight really was a great harvest, but also only a hair’s breadth away from death…

Only a hair’s breadth away from what? Jiao Bai got stuck. Perhaps Qi Yi Liao had gleaned even more interest from him. After all, when he was bitten by Qi Yi Liao, his Activity level had soared past 20, and now it was at 20.86.

Jiao Bai blew on the scrapes on both of his hands, pulled out the small flower thorns embedded inside, dragging out a trail of small blood beads. He glanced at the white cat that was trembling again and took a step forward, appearing extremely pained, but slightly squinting his eyes, as if he wanted to rub his face against it.

Then he looked again at the thin wire on the cat’s neck.

A subtle thought welled up in Jiao Bai’s heart. Cage? Cat?

Could it be said that,

Cat, hanging, thin wire, cage, grass… No way, he’s going to die.

Jiao Bai forgot about the blood on his hand, he rubbed his face haphazardly, gasped excitedly, and then communicated with the white cat: I hope my guess just now is just my imagination, and not the truth.

Kitty, what do you say?

The white cat looked up.

Jiao Bai covered his face. Oh my god, even looking up is unbearable to look at.

It can’t be.

You definitely won’t just bite, right? If yes, then just blink your eyes at me.

Jiao Bai waited expectantly for the white cat’s answer.

The white cat’s pair of icy, noble golden eyes stared at him, its bloody body trembling slightly, but it still moved closer.

Last year, Jiao Bai finally felt that he had figured out why the white cat was using a thin wire to move forward. It was tired of the process of waiting for death and wanted to speed up the process and be reborn sooner. But behind death there was still a trace of the instinct to survive. So it would shout to him for help.

At this moment, Jiao Bai once again began to waver in his view.

So far, Jiao Bai’s friends had all logged in, and he had successfully sent one of them into a team. The Activity level of the others had all broken zero long ago, and the task progress was very good.

This showed that Jiao Bai had almost mastered the gameplay of the task. He was sure that the avatar was a reflection of his friend’s inner self. It could be longing, remembrance, or desire.

Could it be that Qi Yi Liao’s white cat was really the same as Pikachu…?

Jiao Bai couldn’t accept it, he resolutely didn’t believe it, he muttered: “Kitty, you want me to untie the thin wire for you, to save you from being trapped. I am afraid, this can not be done, I have no key.”

That key was in Qi Yi Liao’s hands. He was so restrained and unwilling to come out of the cage, preferring to be imprisoned inside.

Was it because, once he came out, he would transform into a giant monster?

Jiao Bai didn’t have the slightest thought of clapping his hands, eating melon seeds, and waiting to watch the show. He only had one thought: Then he should still be imprisoned inside.

The white cat tilted its head.

Jiao Bai: “…” Was it playing dead?

He tilted his head back, his eyes staring at the dark ceiling. Now he assumed that the white cat was Qi Yi Liao’s desire, so what did he have to do to find the correct “key” to break the cage?

“Key.”

Jiao Bai’s eyes rolled downward, his gaze fixed on Qi Yi Liao’s avatar. What exactly was that small, vertical rectangle behind the white cat?

Was it that once that part came out, Qi Yi Liao’s secret would be completely revealed?

Jiao Bai smacked his lips. The Qi family’s secrets were not just that Qi Yi Liao lived in a cage.

Qi Yi Liao’s monitoring obsession couldn’t be linked to the cage.

This Qi family was eerie and gloomy.

A sick family, a sick patriarch, a sick Second Miss. They even dared to be in the cemetery, in front of their father’s tombstone…

They should still be there now, probably going to worship until dawn.

Lao Xiao’s nose was big, and his alae were wide. He belonged to the type who didn’t show his true colors.

Jiao Bai recalled the conversation between the two women from the Qi family, and he tried to deduce it.

Was there some kind of chromosomal mutation, some kind of mental or blood psychological genetic disease, that caused the Qi family’s male offspring to be prone to early death, and even when they grew up, it was difficult for them to live long? The chances of the female offspring being infected were smaller, but they didn’t dare to have children easily, fearing that the next generation would be affected.

Qi Yi Liao was in his prime, the best stage for his career and family. He was actually being persuaded by his relatives to adopt children and teach them to be heirs.

Tsk.

Jiao Bai now really suspected that his world didn’t have a middle or old age, and that life stopped at this period.

The wall didn’t move.

Qi Yi Liao was still soaking in it, not knowing how long he would soak for.

Jiao Bai looked at the white cat again. Its head was only connected by a little flesh, about to break off.

It couldn’t go on.

Even if the cat didn’t represent pure desire, there were still some things on a psychological level, and it was already on the verge of exhaustion.

Jiao Bai sat down on the ground. Qi Yi Liao didn’t let him leave, so he simply waited here.

Tonight was going to be a sleepless night anyway, the impact was too great.

The white cat didn’t know when it had lowered its head, listless and half-dead. The fur on its body that had been soaked red with blood was all tangled together, clumped together.

Jiao Bai’s heart was willing but his strength was insufficient. Wait a little longer, wait for him to gather more information.

[Your friend has logged on]

Jiao Bai didn’t get up even after hearing this prompt, and didn’t look back. He was checking his little notebook in his heart to see if any of the accounts he had recorded were missing.

It was not until the door on the wall opened and a large amount of moisture gushed out, sticking to his exposed skin pores and trying to wet him, that he moved his position.

Qi Yi Liao was not wet all over. He wore a white shirt and long pants, and his whole body was dry and cool. His short hair was neatly combed, giving people a sense of solemn ceremony from head to toe.

It seemed like something was different.

It wasn’t just seemed like it.

Jiao Bai stared straight at Qi Yi Liao’s white shirt, wiping away the non-existent nosebleed, “Third Brother, you have a white shirt.”

Qi Yi Liao rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt: “I always have one, but I rarely wear it.”

Jiao Bai was sincere, his eyes burning, “It makes you look younger.”

Qi Yi Liao smiled lightly and pulled him up from the ground, checking the bite wound on the back of his neck, “Does it still hurt?”

Jiao Bai’s mouth twitched. Don’t think I don’t know that when you ask me that, you’re still swallowing smoke in your throat. I heard it all. Your cold shower was a waste, right?!

“It hurts.” Jiao Bai tugged at his lips. You’re on my little list, Old Pervert.

“I’m sorry.” Qi Yi Liao used his thumb to rub away the bloodstains on the edge of his wound, moved his fingers upward, inserted them into the ends of his hair at the back of his head, and gently rubbed his hair, “Forgive Uncle?”

Jiao Bai said, “In two days.”

Qi Yi Liao wasn’t annoyed either, and said considerately with a smile, “Okay, then it will be in two days.”

Jiao Bai thought it was over, but he didn’t expect Qi Yi Liao to take him to the small Buddhist hall on the third floor.

“Third Brother, my mind is pretty messed up right now, I can’t read.” Jiao Bai thought to himself, you like honesty, then see how it goes.

Qi Yi Liao pulled out an old wooden chair, “In another two hours, it will be dawn, so don’t read.”

“Let’s play a game here.” He sat at the offering table and pointed to the wooden chair on the other side, “You sit there.”

The offering table was still empty, just like last time. Jiao Bai really didn’t want to sit on one side with Qi Yi Liao. He felt that with them sitting like that, they were two offerings.

As a result, after Jiao Bai really sat down, his mind wasn’t on whether they were offerings or not.

Because the game that Qi Yi Liao said was about telling each other a secret.

“I’m older than you by many years, so I’ll go first.” Qi Yi Liao had a warm smile, “I have a hidden illness.”

Jiao Bai: “…” This doesn’t count, right? I already know, it’s fresh out of the oven, and still hot.

Qi Yi Liao propped his head up, “It’s your turn, Xiao Bai.”

Jiao Bai slumped in his chair, “I actually don’t like eating Jiao Bai stir-fried with meat, because when I eat it, it’s like eating myself.”

“Old Shen and the others also thought I had a hidden illness.” Qi Yi Liao raised his head, his gaze falling on the carvings on the top of the Buddhist hall.

Jiao Bai just wanted to complain that Qi Yi Liao was going to use this to trick him, but his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. Did Qi Yi Liao mean that Shen Ji and Chu Dongshan only thought he couldn’t do it, and didn’t know he was in a cage?

If that was really the case, then Qi Yi Liao couldn’t possibly not keep such a big secret.

According to normal logic, tonight, when his hand reached back to grab him in the bushes, Qi Yi Liao would have dodged, or restrained his wrist to stop him.

He believed that with the difference between Qi Yi Liao and his height and physical strength, even if he was unprepared, he could do it.

And not to be grabbed by him on the spot…

Jiao Bai stood up with a “thump.” It was intentional.

Qi Yi Liao did it on purpose!

Or rather, the moment Qi Yi Liao let him grab him, it was the other party’s plea for help that materialized.

The prisoner in the abyss looked up at the passersby all year round, picking up the vitality that fell when they passed by.

Gradually, the vitality he picked up became less and less, and weaker and weaker.

Later, he couldn’t pick up any at all, and could only watch one fresh life after another pass by him.

He was tired and weary,

lying on the bottom of the abyss, waiting for death to come and take him away.

Suddenly one day, when he was about to die, he struggled to climb to the exit of the abyss, opened his bloody fangs, and dragged a person down.

And me,

— I was the one who was dragged into the abyss.

Jiao Bai glared at Qi Yi Liao, the corners of his eyes turning red because of the drastic fluctuations in his emotions.

Qi Yi Liao took back his gaze from the carvings on top of his head and cast it on the young man, looking puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

Jiao Bai clenched his fingers. This Old Pervert had entrusted him to the second basement floor back then. It was true that he was angry and angry, and it was also true that he pulled him into the water. Perhaps it was a subconscious act to find someone to suffer with him, even he himself wasn’t aware of it.

In the next moment, Jiao Bai became uncertain again. Maybe the Old Pervert was aware of it and had been awake all the time.

He had even waited many days and many years to select the target and choose the date.

Jiao Bai closed his eyes and patted his stiff face twice, “I’m thinking about my secret.”

“Are there too many to choose which one is good for the time being?” Qi Yi Liao tapped the fingers on his black temples, slowly and methodically, gentle and refined.

People who usually wear heavy, dark gray all over suddenly wear white, giving people the feeling that a high-ranking figure has stepped down from a high position, walked into the crowd, and stood on a snack street. All of a sudden, there is a kind of down-to-earth handsomeness and sexiness.

Jiao Bai glanced at him. For the sake of you wearing a white shirt and still shrinking in the cage, I won’t complain about you this time.

“I like someone, just in terms of appearance,” Jiao Bai turned his head to look at the golden little Buddha statue, his eyes filled with the ridicule of being hurt by dog blood, “When I first saw him, I was quite happy, and my adrenaline was soaring. Later, he hurt me, so I didn’t like him anymore. Then later, I was glad that I didn’t like him, otherwise I would be laughed to death by God.”

“Everyone in the Qi family also thought I had a hidden illness.” Qi Yi Liao said.

Jiao Bai: “…”

Old Qi, are you really going to use this trick to the end? Are you bullying the young by being old?

Although if you think about it carefully, it is still different from the previous sentence.

Qi Yi Liao’s little aunt and second sister didn’t know that he had hung a cage, and only thought that he couldn’t be a normal man. Then he must have concealed it deeply and for a long time. Did he hang it himself?

Jiao Bai was sleepy.

Yes, at a time when there were so many information points, he was actually sleepy. He was self-deprecating, but he couldn’t resist the destruction of his physical strength.

In order to cope with Qi Yi Liao, Jiao Bai had no choice but to show his trump card: “I suspect this world is fake.”

Qi Yi Liao crossed his legs, still in the lazy posture of supporting his head with one hand, “Oh?”

Jiao Bai said to himself, “Maybe it’s because I have a possessed constitution, but sometimes I suddenly have this idea that the world is full of indescribable sense of disharmony, and I can’t tell the difference between reality and illusion.”

While speaking, Jiao Bai’s eyes seemed to see Qi Yi Liao’s Activity level soaring wildly, but when he concentrated his attention to look, the other party’s Activity level did not move.

It was a matter of moments, so it was impossible for it to have risen and then fallen back down, right?

So it really didn’t move, and he was seeing things.

Damn it, this illusion made Jiao Bai depressed.

Qi Yi Liao’s eyes were half-closed, and he didn’t know what was in his eyes, “Can’t tell the difference between reality and illusion…”

Jiao Bai nodded, “Yes.” Manga and rebirth were his last two trump cards, and it was impossible to reveal them to anyone other than him.

The Buddhist hall became quiet.

When no one was speaking, the light of the Buddha statue seemed to be a little brighter, as if the Buddha was about to appear at any time to solve the doubts of mortals.

Jiao Bai looked at the carvings above. They were all human limbs, very abstract, and it was impossible to tell the difference between men and women, or to distinguish between old and young, or to see the beauty, ugliness, fatness, or fleshiness. Some were squeezed together, some were carved separately, lacking this and missing that.

Looking at it for a long time would cause psychological discomfort and a bit of nausea.

Qi Yi Liao’s voice came from across the offering table, “It’s almost dawn, go to sleep.”

Jiao Bai’s face immediately turned green. He was still hoping that the Old Pervert would have a change of heart, wouldn’t go all the way with the same routine, and would give him some information related to his monitoring obsession.

And he was chasing him away.

Jiao Bai stopped in the chair for a while, “Third Brother, your hidden illness…”

“If you tell anyone, no one will believe you.” Qi Yi Liao closed his eyes to rest, and said in a faint voice, “Of course, no one will believe your last secret if you tell it either.”

His voice lowered, like the murmur of someone sleeping next to him, “So, be a good boy.”

Jiao Bai knew that the game was really coming to an end, so he had to collect a few pieces of information that he had grasped. The one in the chair was very suitable for white shirts. If he was younger, he would be a stunning youth who could amaze all things in all four seasons.

Unfortunately, there were no scenes of Qi Yi Liao when he was young in the manga. Jiao Bai had no way to reminisce.

Jiao Bai left the small Buddhist hall and brushed past the corner of that large open space towards the elevator. His footsteps suddenly stopped.

Did the wire on the cat’s neck seem to be a little looser?

He couldn’t see it with the naked eye, but he could feel it.

Jiao Bai carefully looked at the cat.

The cat’s tail was held high.

Jiao Bai twitched his face. This cat originally had white fur that had no luster, but later it had bloody fur. He couldn’t imagine what it looked like when it was fresh, how white and soft the fur was, whether it was a big ball, like cotton candy.

Alas.

Doing tasks was not raising pets. It was goodbye once he joined a team.

Jiao Bai tried his best to resist the urge to fantasize about the day he could pet the cat. He entered the elevator, his eyes looking at Qi Yi Liao, who was kneeling on the futon.

《Broken Wings》 didn’t explain Qi Yi Liao’s attributes, but now Jiao Bai had more or less grasped the outline.

–Gentlemanly and crazy, perverted and restrained.

Jiao Bai went to school early the next morning. Zhou Lanlan hadn’t gotten up yet and said she was going to ask for leave. Jiao Bai walked alone. As the car drove through the trees on both sides towards the gate, he looked back through the car window.

Dean Qi was on the balcony on the second floor, wearing a deep red bathrobe, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, strands of short hair sticking to her neck. She stood there, and the long wisteria vines by the wall floated on her body, making her look like the epitome of the entire Qi family.

As if sensing something, Dean Qi moved her gaze from the direction of the cemetery to the trees.

Jiao Bai had already raised the car window.

“Bai Bai, remember to put medicine on the scrapes on your hand.” Zhang Zhen, who was driving, reminded him.

Jiao Bai responded. He put two bandages on the back of his neck to cover the ferocious bite wound made by Qi Yi Liao, otherwise he wouldn’t know how to explain it to Zhang Zhen.

“Get some sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Zhang Zhen looked at the traffic conditions. He boxed every day and did a lot of exercise, so he slept for a short time but had high quality sleep. He didn’t hear anything strange last night. He only noticed the strangeness when he ate breakfast in the morning.

Third Brother’s little aunt was present, her eyes were swollen, and she was mentally distracted, while his second sister didn’t show up.

As for Third Brother, he didn’t come out for breakfast either.

“Brother, my phone is out of power. Can I borrow yours to play with for a while?” As soon as Jiao Bai finished shouting, Zhang Zhen threw his phone to him and casually said the unlock password.

“Play for a while and then go to sleep. You got up too early, I’m afraid you won’t have any energy in the morning.” Zhang Zhen was very concerned.

Jiao Bai was already browsing the web. After browsing through it, he pulled out news about the Shen family, saying that the Shen family had lost the battle with the Cen family. It also said that the relationship between Nan Shen and Xi Qi had cracked.

Was there a crack? Jiao Bai chewed on his Vitamin C and clicked his tongue. He didn’t know what kind of trick the wealthy circle was playing again.

The manga didn’t write in detail about the changing situation.

Anyway, when Shen Er’an appeared, everyone else would have to stand aside.

Shen Er’an’s protagonist halo was reflected in the business world, summoning wind and rain, and being omnipotent.

“Brother, can I look at your Moments?” Jiao Bai asked. He only opened it after getting Zhang Zhen’s approval. He originally wanted to see the daily life of the Qi family’s thugs, but he didn’t expect to have an unexpected harvest.

Chu Dongshan posted a picture of red bean porridge in his Moments a few days ago.

Just ordinary red bean porridge.

The caption: Life is like this, perfect.

People in the circle were booing below, asking where the virtuous wife and loving mother came from, and when would he bring her out for everyone to see.

Others couldn’t recognize who made the red bean porridge, but Jiao Bai could recognize it at a glance.

Because that was Li Jue’s bowl, a birthday bowl brought from his hometown. He was still using it when he lived with Shen Er’an, until it was smashed to pieces in one of Shen Er’an’s outbursts.

Chu Dongshan had been decadent for half a year for the sake of Chu Xiaoli, and he was out.

“Bai Bai,” Zhang Zhen, who was in the driver’s seat in front, called out.

Jiao Bai came back to his senses, “Hmm?”

“I’ve been in the Qi family for so many years, but I don’t know the Qi family’s secrets. Don’t be too curious.” Zhang Zhen taught him euphemistically, “Third Brother is very picky about the people who read to him.”

The implication was that he should always be alert, don’t drill into the deep waters of a big family, and don’t think of Third Brother as a long-term meal ticket.

Jiao Bai touched the bandage on the back of his neck, “Okay, I’ll pay attention.”

The phone on his lap vibrated. Jiao Bai handed it to Zhang Zhen, “Third Brother’s call.”

“You answer it.” Zhang Zhen said, “Put it on speaker.”

Jiao Bai answered it, and also put it on speaker,

Then,

Qi Yi Liao’s sleepy and hoarse voice rang out in the car, “A Zhen, contact Master Liao and ask him to order a few more pairs of pants for me.”

Then Jiao Bai heard Zhang Zhen mutter, “Third Brother is quite wasteful of pants.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

That’s right. He was carrying a cage.

Following The Big Mistake Mistress , Master Liao had become the strongest tool person. He could actually make something that could hold a cage and not be seen from the outside…

Just as Jiao Bai was imagining this with trembling legs, Qi Yi Liao on the other end of the phone said something.

“Xiao Bai, come to the company at noon to have lunch with Uncle.”

He then said a few more words.

“Bring the keychain.”