C88 A Man Whom Master Zhang Fears

"What is it?" Master Zhang squinted at me with a drunken look on his face. He held his head up while holding a glass of yellow rice wine in his hand.

I rolled my eyes. I wanted to ask what I could, and I wouldn't make Master Zhang angry. Master Zhang saw that I didn't say anything, so he looked at me with a frown and said, "Just ask directly."

"Master Zhang, I still want to ask