Last meal before execution?
Seeing Yuan Shikui's furious expression, Wu Jie shook his head and grinned sheepishly.
"Threatening me?"
"I'm not threatening you, you've gone too far!"
Yuan Shikui gritted his teeth and said, "For many years, I've had no dealings with the Tianyuan Tang Family, and this time is no exception! I only want to keep to my own business, but you've been relentless, pushing me too far!"
Wu Jie chuckled:
"Oh my! Listen to you, how have I bullied you? I'm just here to have lunch with you! You said it yourself on the phone, you wanted to treat me to a meal!"
"And do you know how much effort and time I spent to have this meal with you, just to find my way here?"
Yuan Shikui snorted coldly:
"Don't bullshit me! Are you really here to have a meal? Just a meal, and you, the Tang Family's son-in-law, can't afford it?"
"Not approving my flight plan and chasing me from downtown to here, does this look like you're here for a meal?"
