"Where's the wine?! Why is it not here yet?" Zhuge Rui shouted angrily.
Fortunately, the restaurant was nearly empty in the morning; otherwise, encountering a nobleman or a wealthy young master in a bad mood could have added a lot of trouble.
Chu Ming set down the wine and sat across from him.
Seeing the person he was waiting for had arrived, Zhuge Rui's eyes flashed with resentment, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Lord Chu, you arrived quite early."
Chu Ming didn't answer. He poured a glass of wine for the other party before asking, "Did Guard Zhuge find anything while investigating last night?"
"Hmph!" Upon hearing this, Zhuge Rui's contained anger became even more agitated. "Lord Chu now remembers the case, does he?"
Clearly, he was still angry about Chu Ming wasting a full day.
If it weren't for the Martial Immortal Alliance's orders that the case must be led by the First-Grade Cold Family, he wouldn't even be waiting here.
