Feng Yun immediately rose from the recliner. "We're drinking here?"
"Sure!"
Feng Yun began taking out the dishes. Fang Che had just been about to take out the wine when he stopped. He rubbed his finger over the Space Ring, then lowered his hand.
"Take out the wine," Feng Yun said, puzzled.
"Drink if you want. If you want wine, take it out yourself. I'm keeping you company, and I still have to drink mine? There's no leader in the world as stingy as you."
Fang Che looked down on him. "Why are you so miserly?"
Feng Yun was stunned. "A man who won't give an inch is calling me, the one arranging everything, stingy and miserly?"
"I'm just a subordinate little demon. What good wine could I have?"
"The wine Lord Yan gave you..."
"Gone long ago. Even if I had some, I wouldn't take it out."
"..."
Fang Che had made up his mind not to give up a single thing. If you've got the guts, leave.
Feng Yun had no choice.
He could only take out his own wine. As he did so, he shook his head. "Night Demon, Night Demon, I finally understand why you keep having your subordinates snatch things back like misers, tirelessly and relentlessly. So this is where it all started... Tsk. I have to say, everyone else is afraid I won't drink their wine, but you're something else. You ask for it outright and still can't get any."
"If you've got the guts, leave. We're not drinking tonight!"
Fang Che was unyielding.
Feng Yun really did not leave.
Because he knew that once he stepped out that door, there were many things he could not tell anyone else. If he wanted someone to listen to his grievances, only the fellow before him