"Hm?" Nalan Jing raised an eyebrow and shot a sidelong glance at him. Jun Lintian immediately quieted down and said, "Waiter, bring a pot of your strongest wine and some good dishes, just like the ones on their table."
Pointing towards the table full of dishes where Mu Qianyue was sitting.
"Alright, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter smiled so widely that his mouth could hardly close. The more the customers spent, the more money he would earn.
Seeing Jun Lintian's manner, Mu Qianyue couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed the title of Ghost King was still quite significant, even enough to make Jun Lintian fear.
