Qin Yi threw the napkin box on the coffee table in front of the old man, "Wipe the blood off your hands, don't stain the sofa."
The old man's face twitched, almost biting his teeth in anger.
"Why does Nan Zaitian want to see me?" Qin Yi asked.
The old man said with a sullen face, "This old man doesn't know. We dare not guess the young master's thoughts."
Qin Yi sneered, "You still know you're just a subordinate, but you're putting on airs like you're the family head of the Nan Family. If I refuse this meeting, will your young master twist your head off?"
The old man's face turned livid, his mouth twitching.
"So, you better behave. If I refuse this meeting, what do you think your young master will do to punish you?"
The old man's expression slightly changed, although he covered it well, Qin Yi still noticed, and couldn't help but sneer.
"Is your young master in Yinfeng City?"
"No."
Qin Yi's eyes flashed, "So he decides the place to meet, and I go, right?"
