Hearing the suit-clad man's words, Wang Hao raised an eyebrow and asked, "If you're not even close with Master Ye, how do you know she wouldn't invite me?"
The suit-clad man sneered and glanced disdainfully at Wang Hao, "Hmph, brother, stop blowing hot air here with that fat face of yours. If you were really something, why aren't you ascending to heaven, shoulder to shoulder with the sun?"
"If Master Ye would invite someone like you, I would've been a guest of honor for the President of the United States already!"
Wang Hao gave a cold smile and said, "How about this, Master Ye is inside right now. I'll give her a call, and if she comes out to welcome me, you get down on the ground and bark like a dog three times, how about that?"
Hearing Wang Hao's words, the suit-clad man's expression froze for a moment, and he looked at Wang Hao in surprise, asking, "And what if Master Ye doesn't come out?"
