Bai Xuanmo picked up a shrimp cake and gave it to Zhi'er.
Suddenly, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside.
A boastful laugh sounded: "Young Master, what a coincidence, meeting you here again."
Zhi'er, nibbling on the shrimp cake, looked up with big round eyes, curiously watching the newcomer.
It was a young gentleman about the same age as Bai Xuanmo, around fifteen years old, dressed in silk, looking like he came from a good family.
However, he wasn't tall and had a round jovial face that gave off a straightforward and slightly foolish impression.
At this moment, the young gentleman's eyes showed a hint of provocative hostility as he looked at Bai Xuanmo.
Bai Xuanmo gave him a casual glance and said indifferently, "Ke Shouwang, I don't have time to play around with you today. If you don't want to die by my hand, then scram immediately."
Though the tone was calm, it was laced with warning and menace.
