Situ Xin at this point was still on her way to the Lihua Hotel with Xiao Muli.
In a corner of the banquet hall sat several middle-aged men, each one looking every bit the successful professional.
"Has the Xiao Family Head not arrived yet?" a man with a small mustache raised his arm, glanced at his wristwatch, and said.
"Patriarch Mao, you know as well as I do what kind of temperament our Xiao Family Head, Xiao Muli, has. He's a big shot; every year at the family gathering, he makes us all wait for him." Another man, who bore a slight resemblance to Old Master Xiao yet whose eyes were full of schemes, remarked.
"Heh, Xiao San, what you're saying isn't right. What kind of status does the Xiao Family Head have? He doesn't make us wait. Should he be waiting for me instead?" This was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, appearing much like a university professor.
