Lu Xiaobu hung up the phone.
The dinner table was filled with people, faces all looking somewhat unpleasant!
With a sneer, Lu Hongbin set down his chopsticks with a snap: "Playing to the gallery pretty fast, huh!"
"Isn't that the norm these days! We're never short of scoundrels!" Lu Wenhao also sneered, shaking his wine glass and draining the liquid inside in one gulp!
"That little punk is just a fair-weather friend. The real detestable ones are those who fan the flames!" Lu's father seemed much more composed, after all, he had weathered many storms!
"Uncle Lu is right, Young Master, this time, I'm afraid it's like the Banquet at Hongmen," Liang Lan stood up, poured wine for everyone, and said.
"Banquet at Hongmen? Then they must not have figured out who Xiang Yu really is!"
The corners of Lu Xiaobu's mouth turned colder and colder!
He was having a peaceful New Year's Eve dinner, and out of nowhere a fly comes along, causing him trouble!
If it were you, what would you do?!
