Xiao Qiang glanced at Young Master Feiyu and laughed, "No need for formalities, and don't call me Senior or anything like that, it feels a bit awkward. Since you're Qingshuang's friend, you're also my friend. From now on, just call me Brother Xiao!"
Feiyu looked at Chu Linfeng in confusion. If Xiao Qiang were truly a figure from ten thousand years ago, wouldn't he be called an ancestor? Yet here he was, addressing himself as a brother, which was disorienting.
"Don't be surprised, from now on just call him Brother Xiao. By the way, Xiao Qiang, since you came, how about dealing with these annoying guys? You don't want to miss out on the good wine from this tavern, do you?" Chu Linfeng said.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? This is easy; I'll immediately deal with these people." Xiao Qiang hurriedly said, noticeably happy at the prospect of having wine.
