The observation room door was pushed open once more, and Li Zhao looked up to see his older brother Li Xi standing at the entrance.
He walked over, looked at Li Zhao's arm, "You okay?"
"Hey, I'm fine," Li Zhao shook his head, "just a minor scrape, nothing lethal."
"How did it happen?"
"Nothing much, just on the way back home from the restaurant, a stray cat suddenly popped out of nowhere; couldn't swerve in time and hit a tree. The windscreen wasn't sturdy either, ended up like this."
Li Xi sniffed lightly, frowning at him, "Have you been drinking?" Recalling the half-drunk bottle of dessert wine he had seen on the table earlier, he realized, "You drove home after drinking?!"
"Oh come on, I hardly had much, just a few sips," Li Zhao said nonchalantly, "It was all that damn cat's fault, had nothing to do with the drinking, brother, you don't always have to..."
"Slap!"
Before he could finish, a slap landed on his face, full force, without a moment's hesitation.
