"Brother Huang, why did you look down on me, your elder brother? Why didn't you tell me about the banquet?" Zhang Kentao blatantly walked into the hall of the villa, followed by two followers. One was holding a big parcel in his hand.
Huang Rongjin's face changed slightly, and he forced out a smile. "Brother Kentao, look at what you said. I thought you are usually very busy, and since this was just an informal family banquet, I did not send you an invitation. However, based on the relationship between our families, you don't need to ask for an invitation, right? Didn't you just come directly?"
Although Huang Rongjin's words were polite, they were neither weak nor strong, and there was sarcasm in his words.
