At the moment, Qiao Guoting was feeling very awkward. He had not expected that his former subordinate, whom he had treated like an apprentice, was not here to attend his birthday banquet but instead was going to Zhou Shichang's.
With a cough to clear his throat, Xiao Huang quickly brushed off Qiao Guoting's hand and headed towards Zhou Shichang.
Once in front of him, Xiao Huang bowed with his hands clasped and said,
"Elder Zhou, happy birthday. I'm here to celebrate your longevity!"
"Hahaha, welcome, welcome. Please come inside, come inside!"
Zhou Shichang stroked his beard and laughed heartily.
This laugh was naturally not because of Xiao Huang's prestigious identity or because his attendance at his birthday banquet was a delightful surprise.
In Zhou Shichang's eyes, Xiao Huang's status was merely average. The reason for his happiness was that he had embarrassed his old rival, Qiao Guoting.
This was a delightful sight for Zhou Shichang.
