Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Meanwhile, in Livingsfill, just as Huang Zichao entered a private room in a club, someone knocked on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a man built like a steel tower before him.

The man then stepped away, allowing the man without any facial expression to amble forward.

“Mr. Nan? You're the one who invited me?” Huang Zichao was surprised.

Nan Chen stepped past him and entered the room with Qiao Zhan before locking the door.

“What do you two want?” Huang Zichao got nervous.

Qiao Zhan stood in front of Huang Zichao and grabbed him by his collar. “Sir Chen has invited you to a meeting multiple times, yet each time, you turned him down. However, when I sent that anonymous message to you with another phone, you showed up. This means you're afraid of someone. Tell me, who's that person and who did you think sent you that message?”

In response, Nan Chen shot a glance at Qiao Zhan, gesturing for him to be gentler.

Of course, Huang Zichao wasn't going to surrender that easily. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

A sigh slipped out of Qiao Zhan's mouth as he turned to Nan Chen. “Not everyone is as self-aware as me, Sir Chen. Some people are just that despicable, refusing to reveal what they know until violence is applied.”

Sitting down, Nan Chen grabbed a wine bottle, smelled it, and put it down. “Ask a server to bring me five bottles of highly concentrated vodka with at least sixty percent alcohol by volume.”

“Why do you want vodka with that high ABV percentage, Sir Chen? Do you want to drink it?” Qiao Zhan asked.

Nan Chen simply waved, nonverbally telling him to do as he was told.

Thus, Qiao Zhan left and soon returned with the bottles.

too high, Sir Chen. Don't drink too much of it. In fact, it's best if you don't

not drinking. He's the one drinking.” Lifting his chin, Nan Chen stared at Huang

Huang Zichao waved his hands. “No, no, no. I don't want

many thoughts running around in that noggin of yours.

body can't handle

Chen glanced

bright as Jiang Zhe, which was

Nan Chen, slightly

prying someone's mouth open? He's even holding the prop right now, yet he still doesn't know how to act. Are muscle heads really that simple-minded? Is it truly impossible for one to

icily, “Pour the

the vodka into a glass and placed it in front of Nan

Chen shot a glare at him. I'm not the one drinking! How can he still not understand the drink's meant for Huang

he understood what Nan Chen meant, but in another, he would have

choice but to think about the situation carefully. What should I do with this strong liquor? Am I really supposed to make Huang Zichao drunk with this? But if that's the case, then there's no need to have this many bottles. It's not like we're using this for a steamboat. Oh, wait, does this mean these

been enlightened when he finally

all these bottles. Then, tomorrow, reporters will discover you've

he let out a sigh of relief. I've finally got it right! Now I'm kind of impressed with Jiang Zhe. Not only does he know how to butter people up, but he's also very

can't do this! That's a

too much vodka and died from alcohol poisoning. That, naturally, doesn't count as a criminal offense. At most, we'll just pay for your funeral. Well, Sir Chen can afford it.” When Qiao Zhan's threat concluded, he turned to Nan Chen and

that amazing after all. I can guess what

with anxiousness. He knew it wouldn't be feasible for him to resist if Qiao Zhan were to

“What do you two

did you approach my madam with an offer for her to star in a television show and then cancel it

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