In the end,
Zhao Yong couldn't stomach the humiliation of only having half a buttock's worth of space. As soon as the dining tables were set, he used the excuse of needing to look after his Chief Mansion Official to squeeze in at the same table as Zhu Yan.
At least they were on good terms.
A good relationship meant you didn't get stuck with half a seat.
But after sitting down, his expression was still quite sour.
Zhao Ci scoffed. 'You came here to piss me off, so don't blame me for pissing you off first.'
'I might not be good at much else, but when it comes to pissing people off, I've never met my match!'
'I'm not sure what Zhao Yong is planning yet, but his presence is bound to make some people have second thoughts. It's not necessarily a bad thing to filter them out ahead of time.'
The atmosphere in the hall grew a little strange.
