Jing Shun took a sip of red wine, lazily smiled, "It's not easy being a VIP like me."
Exactly why it wasn't easy, he didn't say.
That night's events were too embarrassing, he leaned on Jian Shichu and Ye Qingci, making them promise to keep it a secret.
If Su Qinglan and those mischievous friends found out, they'd laugh at him for a lifetime.
But basically, there were no secrets among them.
Su Qinglan tugged at his collar, "Did it leave a scar? Your sister-in-law really didn't notice?"
"..." Jing Shun tilted his head to look at him, gritting his teeth, "Which little brat told you?"
Su Qinglan patted his shoulder and laughed heartily, "Back then, Cousin Chu gave me a whipping with a belt, you laughed at me for half a year, sweet karma, heavens have dealt with the villain! How long should I laugh at you now?"
Jing Shun wrapped his arm around his neck and pinched his shoulder, "Whatever happened to brotherly love? Your little brother got beaten, and you don't feel heartache?"
