Chapter 644

• He glanced at Summer Shuai’s bright red butt, like a monkey at the zoo—ridiculous and speechless all at once.
• He helped rinse him off with clean water, then dried the dress pants under the hand dryer. Only then did he ask, “Young Master Xia, you’re saying you knocked the kettle over yourself?”
• “Yeah. I stepped on a banana. Don’t know which bastard tossed it there.” Summer Shuai looked suffocated with frustration, leaning against the wall and dragging on a cigarette.