Watching Liu Chengyin show off, the burly man from the North, Mao Gaoshan, curled his lips. "Such glory," he said with a trace of mockery.
Sitting in the row in front of him, Xu Lai simply smiled and said nothing.
Soon, the bus stopped before the main entrance of the resort's lobby. As the group disembarked, the lobby manager, who had been waiting, hurried over. He was a middle-aged man with a name tag that read 'Song Yan'. He wore a professional smile and said, "Mr. Liu, you've finally arrived. The Third Young Master specifically instructed me to take good care of you and your friends. Good afternoon, distinguished guests."
The other parents were somewhat reserved. After all, this was one of the Eighth Master's subordinates.
"Instructed?" Liu Chengyin frowned, sensing an implication in the manager's words.
