Zhan Chi winced in pain, his other hand reflexively grabbing the carriage window. "Hic... I'm not leaving! I'm not going anywhere! My daughter's here, I'm not going anywhere..."
"What do you mean, your daughter? She's my daughter!" Xiang Minghou couldn't pull him away and wished he could just chop off Zhan Chi's hand and shut his rotten mouth.
"Hic..."
Zhan Chi let out another drunken hiccup. His grip was surprisingly strong, clutching the window frame so tightly it seemed he would rather be torn in two than let go.
Xiang Minghou truly wanted to strangle him.
"Hic... Gu Shuo... Don't you dare try to steal my daughter! If you even think about it, I'll... I'll have my dad... hic..." Zhan Chi yanked his hand free from Xiang Minghou's grasp and grabbed onto Gu Shuo, his words slurring together.
Gu Shuo looked disgusted. "I don't argue with drunks."
