At ten o'clock the next morning, Zhang Bin drove to the Longyin Martial Arts Hall.
He had barely parked the car when Tian Bingbing rushed over, trailing an intoxicating fragrance, and welcomed him inside.
Her face was flushed a shy crimson. She lowered her voice and said cautiously, "My dad might get angry later, Senior Brother. Please don't talk back to him."
Zhang Bin, who was carrying a gift, was stunned. "I came to give him a belated New Year's greeting. Why would he get angry?"
"Why? You ask why?" Tian Guangjin's voice boomed from the main hall. His face was a mask of fury, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Brother Tian, what's gotten you so worked up?" Zhang Bin shoved the gift into Tian Bingbing's hands and strode into the hall.
