The Brat (Third Update, Please Vote)

When Old Tian heard Red Sister's words, he knew there was room to negotiate and immediately spoke up for him.

"I know Old Wu's son. He really doesn't have the guts... I can guarantee that."

"Right, he doesn't have the guts," Red Sister sighed heavily. "He dared to drug someone and then watched me drink it. He really is quite timid."

Isn't that just arguing for the sake of it? Boss Tian smiled awkwardly. "Red Sister, let's talk privately. What he did could also be considered helping you get what you wanted, right? I think... just name your price, and then let the matter go."

Red Sister remained silent for a long while before snorting coldly. "There's no need to talk to me about this. Have him go find Feng Jun."

"Fine, if you're willing to spare him, he should already be thanking Buddha," Old Tian said, letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "As for Boss Feng, whether they can settle things with him is none of my business."

The two chatted idly for a few more moments before hanging up.

Red Sister no longer had the mood to read. She leaned blankly against the bed, lost in thought, and remembered how she had halfheartedly scolded him that morning...

The more she thought about it, the hotter her face became. She raised both hands to cover her face and rubbed it a few times, then let out a muffled, miserable cry that sounded almost like a soft moan. "That little bastard!"

Feng Jun rested until noon before finally shaking off his half-awake state. When he entered the living room, Li Xiaobin had wrapped her head in a towel and put on a large mask as she vigorously polished the characters on the equipment.

When she saw him come out,