Meanwhile, in a private club in Forty-nine City.
Hu Shengpeng had his legs propped up on the table, a beauty massaging each leg intimately.
"Ba Tian, you were indeed a bit impulsive at lunch today. What would you have done if Ouyang Jie had lost his temper and beat you up?"
Hu Shengpeng relaxed into the sofa; sitting across from him, Wu Batian looked like he wanted no one near him, as if he was about to paste a note on his face that read: Get lost!
"As long as this Song Yun remains in Forty-nine City for a day, I'll have my eye on him for a day!"
Wu Batian huffed, shoving the beauty next to him away as he shouted, "I didn't eat lunch! You call this a massage? You're pressing air!"
The rejected beauty's face was filled with grievance. They weren't actually trained in this; the massage was merely a means to close the distance between them, and yet this young master took it seriously!
"Ha-ha, don't be so hot-tempered! With a beauty by your side, why be harsh on others!"
