Liao Zhiyuan was leaning against the window frame with astonishment, looking at Gao Jue, who was “more annoying than usual”. He didn’t understand his grumpy look of “someone owes me 10,000 liang silver”. But, but, it seemed that he really owed him 100 liang silver for wine last time... Liao Zhiyuan rolled his lynx-like eyes and glanced at Gao Jue guiltily. “Oh, no. Is he here to ask for money? Gao, we are friends that could almost be sworn to live or die together. We don’t have ...