"If it's inconvenient, I can go ask somewhere else," the young man said, noticing his hesitation.
"It's convenient," Xiang Minghou said without turning his head. "Wait here a moment, young man."
Inside the carriage, Ye Qianning stood in a corner. Zhan Chi was sprawled out across the carriage floor, with Gu Shuo holding him in a headlock and clamping a hand over his mouth.
Boss Gu, normally a meticulous neat freak, now had bruises mottling his handsome face. His hair was a mess, and he looked rather disheveled.
"Get out of the carriage," Xiang Minghou ordered coldly.
"MMPH, MMPH, MMPH..." Zhan Chi struggled, his large hands clawing at Gu Shuo's arm.
Gu Shuo tried to haul him out, but a drunkard is heavier than a dead pig, and the man's writhing was more than he could handle.
"Gu Shuo, you get out," Xiang Minghou singled him out.
"What about him?"
"When he sobers up, I'll deal with him myself."
