That was the first time Zhao Ling met him. Many years later, he still clearly remembered the red clothes and his hair as white as snow.
"Young Master is drunk?"
A magnetic voice came to his ears, and Zhao Ling was stunned when he looked at the man's slender phoenix eyes.
He smelled the stench of alcohol in his nose, and the other party frowned, showing disgust beyond words. Only then did Zhao Ling come to his senses and support himself out of his arms.
"Is that Brother Kui'an outside the door?"
Jiang Xian's voice came from the room. The man named Kui'an glanced at Zhao Ling one last time, then passed him and walked into the room...