At this point, he sneaked a glance at the Princely Heir and swallowed his remaining words.
He couldn't afford to offend either side...
Chen Mo looked around and said, "It seems there are no seats available."
Yan Linghu hurriedly pulled out a chair, grinning sheepishly, "You can sit here."
Chen Mo sat down nonchalantly and pulled Yu'er into his embrace.
The burly Yan Linghu stood by, lowering his eyes, looking as docile as a lamb.
Everyone present was shrewd enough not to lack perception like the attendants. Even if some had never met Chen Mo before, upon hearing the name "Mr. Chen" and seeing Yan Linghu's demeanor, they already had a clue.
The one surnamed Chen, and so arrogant—there's only one in Tiandu City!
"So, it's Chen Wukui. This should be our second meeting, right?"
