After all the guests in the banquet hall had dispersed, Huang Jiuyang finally stood up and went over, whispering, "Young Master Cui, now that the old gentleman has passed, why don't we find a place for him to rest in peace? Keeping him here..."
"Passed my ass!" Cui Hantian interrupted directly, already fuming from the humiliation he endured all evening, and upon hearing this, he became even more furious, pointing at Huang Jiuyang and cursing, "My grandfather is still alive. Are you damn blind?"
"Ah?! My apologies, Young Master Cui, I was mistaken." Huang Jiuyang got a fright, scrutinizing Cui Yuanhui carefully, noticing his complexion wasn't as pale as a dead man's and his chest was faintly heaving, obviously still breathing, just uncertain how long he could hold on.
"Are you not leaving yet? Haven't had enough of a laugh?" Cui Hantian glared at Huang Jiuyang, thinking that this guy must be seeking death. If I can't handle Chu Nan, can't I handle you?
