Liu Ji was just blending in, not stupid; accompanying others with drinks and flattery was fine.
Gambling? That was absolutely a no-go!
And that figure, was it really Qin Yao after all?
Thinking of this, Liu Ji was completely sleepless.
Especially when he went to find the coachman for living expenses the next day and didn't get a single cent, the sense of unease could no longer be suppressed and surged out.
Luckily, he still had some private savings that could last him another half month.
Fan Xiucai never called on him again, and he was completely kicked out of their circle.
Afterward, Liu Ji sent letters home, none of which were returned.
Every deep and quiet night, Liu Ji felt a sense of desolation as if he'd been abandoned by the entire world.
This led to sleepless nights, and in just a few days, his whole person looked as withered as if a goblin had sucked out his essence and blood, which gave Fan Xiucai and a few others a big fright.
