The two stepped out of the villa, lighting up cigarettes in the garden.
"Little bro, did you have fun last night?" Horses' Fortune said with a grin.
"It was alright." Su Chen replied, blowing a smoke ring.
"Man, while you had a blast, I'm stuck feeling down in the dumps," Horses' Fortune shifted from the topic of beauties, looking rather downcast as he smoked.
"What's the matter, our renowned Brother Horses' Fortune, you've got the blues?" Su Chen asked, somewhat surprised.
With Horses' Fortune's status and position, he should be living it up in luxury every day.
"It's all Bloody Widow's fault..." Horses' Fortune said, his face twisted as if in pain.
Hearing Horses' Fortune's words, Su Chen immediately understood why he looked like someone who had lost his dear mother.
It turned out, ever since that day, Bloody Widow had made it clear she wanted to chop off one of Horses' Fortune's hands.
And so, the guy hadn't set foot outside for days.
