The banquet hosted by the Red family to entertain Xie Tian began with a stunning show where Hong Ren was wildly beating his own son.
The show was quite a spectacle, and although everyone, including Du Long and Bai Zhi, was toasting Xie Tian relentlessly, he drank much more happily than last night.
"Ah, that's satisfying!"
After enjoying his hand, Hong Ren, holding a glass of wine, walked up to Xie Tian, who had long risen to greet him.
"Come, have a drink with your second uncle!"
The two looked up and finished their drinks in one gulp, exchanging smiles; only Hong Ren's smile was somewhat complex, and Xie Tian's was somewhat humble.
"Unbelievable..."
Hong Ren muttered inexplicably, turned around, and left.
"Ah, it really fucking hurts." said a bruised and swollen Hong Yong, grimacing as he approached, asking curiously, "Xie Tian, why did my dad sigh out of nowhere?"
Xie Tian chuckled and replied, "Probably because he's laughing at how you got beaten up for no reason."
