"Nangong Han, are we really at this point and you're still not coming out?"
Old Ouyang Shu had left his seat, Ouyang Rong went to another private room to accompany guests for drinks, and now the person with the highest status from the Ouyang Family at this banquet was only Ouyang Jie left.
He knocked on the table, glaring at the embarrassed Nangong Han with an unfriendly expression on his face.
Nangong Han was truly afraid now, on one hand, the mindless Wu Batian had stood up for him, if he continued to shrink back, he would definitely be looked down upon!
On the other hand, he really didn't want to get involved in so many matters, after all, his status as the heir was hanging by a thread, and his group of brothers were eyeing him eagerly, ready to strike. If he took a fall today, he could already picture how miserable his life would become!
"What's wrong? Do I need to personally invite you?"
Ouyang Jie impatiently yelled out.
