Exuding an arrogant and domineering attitude, Jun Xie smiled and marched inside. He propped himself onto a grand chair and raised his legs. His current posture emanated the image of a standard rogue, fully equipped with the typical dissolute attitude.
Dugu Xiaoyi’s eyebrows frowned. This image of Jun Moxie suddenly felt sore on her eyes, she almost felt like rushing up there to kick him a few.
“Well, haven’t you guys been missing me? As it so happens, I was also missing you… your money,” Jun Xie smiled an evil smile. “How do you guys want to play? Just tell me.”