Chapter 642

• He hadn’t expected it—the son of the King of Wuning actually showed up for his birthday. His expression eased, a smile replacing the stiffness. “Young Master Xia, please, this way. There’s a small table open next to the main one.”
• The second Xia Shuai heard that, his face soured. A small side table? What, I’m not as good as that deadbeat Qin Yifei?
• He snorted hard, slapped the table, and barked, “Long Feihong, you looking for a beating?”