Chapter 87: Hotpot and three musketeers
"What did my brother bring with him?" Peixuan Rulan asked, intrigued.
"A stretcher," the butler answered grimly.
"Damn my brother! Does he plan on murdering me and sending me to the hospital?!" Peixuan Rulan cursed. Apparently, it wasn’t the first time Peixuan Ruxi had brought a stretcher to fetch his sister.
The first time he brought a stretcher, it was to carry her back home by force in an eye-catching manner, making her top news on television. That had been embarrassing.
The second time, it was a threat—he told her that if she didn’t return home after partying, he would break her legs, and she’d have to go home on the stretcher.
Now, the third time... She didn’t want to think about what crazy idea her brother might have come up with.
"Miss Peixuan, please return to your brother," the butler urged her.
Peixuan Rulan looked at Qin Zhuzhu, who was triumphing with victory over her "Brother Jing." Frustrated and angry, she stomped her feet a few times.
She heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Shentu Dong had arrived because of the commotion. At the same moment, Peixuan Ruxi walked into the house.
The two men stared at each other, their eyes locked.
"Brother..." Peixuan Rulan’s knees suddenly trembled when she saw the ugly look on her brother’s face.