Zhang Yuancheng finished speaking, picked up the cigar on the table, and a bodyguard immediately bent over to light it for him. He took a deep drag and exhaled a thick soke ring before he leisurely said, "I hear that kid compared the Imperial Capital to a bird's nest?"
No one answered him. Although there were a few young masters from the Imperial Capital's rich and powerful families present, the backgrounds of their families paled in comparison to the lineage of an Aristocratic Clan Gate like the Zhang Family.
