Zhao Ci sat up and looked at Zhao Huan, his eyes filled with nervousness and excitement.
Soon,
Zhao Huan sent another transmission: "Don't get excited. Don't look at me."
"Right!"
Zhao Ci blurted out, then quickly clamped his mouth shut, an expression of being overwhelmed by the attention on his face.
Zhao Huan: "..."
He saw Gu Xiangzhu glance toward Zhao Ci, who gave an awkward smile and looked away.
Zhao Ci, for his part, looked restless and fidgety.
'This insolent boy!'
'Why can't he keep his composure?'
Zhao Huan's head throbbed. Fortunately, Gu Xiangzhu made no further move, so he continued his transmission. "Ci, this Wine Refining Technique is good, but it has some serious flaws—flaws you can't possibly realize yet. Have you told anyone else about this process? If you have, move your index finger. If not, move your middle finger."
Zhao Ci: 'Tsk, tsk!'
'This Old Deng really can't sit still anymore.'
