Gu Shiliu quietly thought to himself that this doesn't look good.
This Yelv Xianyong was really courting disaster without waiting for nightfall, his words were practically poking at Marquis Gu's sore points.
Seeing Marquis Gu about to lose his temper, Qin Yuan hurriedly shook the little dog in her arms.
The little dog let out a "woof woof" sound.
Yelv Xianyong, drunkenly squinting, shouted: "What sound is that? An assassin!"
Before he finished speaking, the wine bowl was already flying towards the direction of the screen, but was casually knocked down by the chopsticks Marquis Gu threw.
The wine bowl and chopsticks fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound.
"Where's the assassin?" Marquis Gu said, "Don't scare my beloved pet."
"Beloved pet?" Yelv Xianyong looked around, "Where is it?"
Marquis Gu said, "Sit tight, don't move, I'll show you in a moment."
Gu Shiliu had already called someone to clean up.
