All the men including Luo Qintian turned at him. When the old man stepped aside and gave him space, he went ahead with a lot of confidence.
"Xiao Xiao, hold this." He gave the luxurious, splendid, rows of boxes which were, in reality, the so-called tiffin boxes to Xiao Huang.
The latter twisted his lips when the things were dumped on him
Also, many chickens screamed in that man's inner mind. 'Who the hell is he calling Xiao Xiao?! The lung of his!'
Just from this name, he remembered a very painful memory of his which was buried into the deep-secluded room of his heart.
Under the scrutinizing gazes of everyone, Bi Tang put a series of numbers in the lock and the next moment, the door got unlocked with a click sound.
Nobody asked Bi Tang anything as to how he did that. Luo Qintian pushed the door and entered. The others, as per the agreement, stood outside.
