Chapter 427 - Another Gay (2/2)

Get lost!” Du Jingtang kicked Dong Fangjing's right leg hard. Play his goddamn game. Du Jingtang wondered what Dong Fangjing would feel if the latter was the one playing the submissive role. Would he still be fond of his games?

On the other hand, Du Jingtang was puzzled. He stretched his hand out towards Dong Fangjing. ”Lend me your phone.”

Dong Fangjing graciously raised his hands up and allowed Du Jingtang to reach into his pockets.

Du Jingtang took Dong Fangjing's phone and started dialing Chu Lui's number.

”Hello, Cousin. Your brother-in-law is here at the bar. Only gays frequent this place.”

Shortly after that, he tossed the phone back into Dong Fangjing's pocket who flicked his sleeve. ”So, what did he say?”

”He told me not to be bothered.” Du Jingtang spread out his hands. This bar was specially designed for people like him. If one could come here, that only meant the person was one of them. He was not an idiot or a busybody. Why should he be bothered by someone else's business? Maybe Li Manxuan was having the time of his life right now.

Chu Lui stopped his car. Li Manxuan's business had nothing to do with him. That man was seeking death; he shouldn't blame another for his recklessness.

Chu Lui pressed the doorbell.

The door opened swiftly. It was the Chu family's maid.

”Oh, Young Master Chu. You are back.”

”Yes, I just arrived.” The aloofness in his face receded slightly. It was no longer that terrifying. The more unreadable he was, the more alluring he was to the others. However, the danger he possessed was the same. At this moment, he was the same unpredictable Chu Lui.

He entered and saw his parents who were feeling artistic. One was having a game of chess while the other was playing the zither.

”Dad, Mom, I'm back.”

Chu Lui set his briefcase down and called out. He walked over to his father, sat down, and took the black seeds to spar with Chu Jiang. Chu Lui rarely had an opponent to play with. He insisted on having three hundred rounds of battle with his son.

Song Wan's fingers were numb from playing, but the father and son were far from done. In times of war, a father couldn't care less about his son. She felt that this applied to the game of chess right now. Blood would be spilled regardless of their relation.

She stood up and asked the maid to put her zither away. Then, she went into the kitchen to cook something for her son to eat. She searched everywhere, but she didn't see Li Manni.

”Ah Lui, where is Manni? Isn't she here?”