"Hahaha, asking Lu Xiaofeng to stop thinking about women is as difficult as asking me, Sikong Zhaixing, not to steal."
A ghost-like figure suddenly appeared in the room.
The jar of liquor in front of Xiao Feng blurred.
But Xiao Feng's large palm shot out first, directly grabbing a hand that was both black and skinny.
That black and lean hand was grabbing the liquor jar.
With a shake of Xiao Feng's hand, the jar was dislodged from the skinny hand and fell into his other hand.
Sikong Zhaixing, dressed in blue, watched in surprise as Xiao Feng grabbed the jar.
Xiao Feng smiled politely and said, "Brother, my supply of liquor is already running low, if you wish to take liquor, please call someone to bring more."
"Haha!"
Sikong Zhaixing smiled, wanting to save face and say, "I, Sikong Zhaixing, either don't drink or must steal it."
But upon encountering the gazes of those around him, the words he was about to say retreated to his throat.
