Zhou Qun's gaze at Bai Fendou was so intense it seemed to stretch into threads.
He might have been "stretching threads," but it made Zhuang Zhixi's hair stand on end.
Zhou Qun, however, didn't care what others thought. He said, "Brother, I bought some pig's head meat. How about we have a drink together?"
Bai Fendou: "???"
He suspected Zhou Qun wanted to poison him. If not, why would he invite him to drink? How could they possibly share a table? Besides, when had Zhou Qun ever deigned to associate with the people in their courtyard? His usual company at the table were high-ranking officials.
Jiang Lu also looked at Zhou Qun in disbelief. Zhou Qun, however, was enthusiastic. "Let's have a drink together. I know you understand me the best, brother."
Bai Fendou: "???"
Honestly, what was this about? Bai Fendou was completely lost.
Zhou Qun ordered, "Wang Zhaodi, prepare a few dishes and cook some rice."
Wang Zhaodi: "Oh."
