I Want to Sell Your Portrait

Yun Chujiu got up and glanced at Di Beiming. "What are you doing? Don't you have eyes? We're drinking! Gigolo, do you want to have a drink too?"

Xue Wuji wanted to stand up, but he failed after trying a few times. He simply sat on the ground and pointed at Di Beiming. "Little Sister Jiu is right! You're a gigolo! Are you blind? We're drinking!"

An Feng and shadow agent Huahua felt that Yun Chujiu and Xue Wuji were courting death. Di Beiming's face was so gloomy that it could scare people to death! 'Oh my God, Di Beiming wouldn't kill our young master, right?!'

Di Beiming kicked Xue Wuji, who was lying on the ground, away. Then, he looked at shadow agent Huahua, "Get lost! Watch your stupid master! If this happens again, I will kill him!"

Shadow agent Huahua did not dare to say no. He ran out to find Xue Wuji like a wisp of smoke. Oh God, Di Beiming's kick was really hard. He did not know where his master was kicked to!