"What were you talking about?"
After sitting down, Vermilion Bird poured himself a drink, took a sip, and looked at Bai Xiaofan to ask.
"What we talked about has nothing to do with you. Let's talk about your own business!"
Bai Xiaofan snatched the wine jug and placed it in front of himself.
Damn it, you were called here to talk business, not to drink!
"What do you want to talk about with me? Weren't you going to kill me?"
Seeing the wine taken away, Vermilion Bird went to where the wine was and brought back two jugs.
"It's only natural to want to kill you, and if it weren't for Vermilion Bird, which is Xiaoman's concern, you would have been dead a long time ago. I wouldn't be here looking for you this time either!"
Bai Xiaofan glanced at Vermilion Bird with indifference, speaking softly.
"Tell me then, what's the issue?"
Vermilion Bird, hearing Bai Xiaofan's straightforward reply, almost cursed out loud.
