Ye Ling was really at a loss for words. Shenfeng was like a ghost, always drifting into his home at meal times, a real starving specter reincarnated.
"Smooth talker, aren't you? Hurry up and spit it out, if there's nothing important, then scram. You're not allowed to eat at my place for lunch, fucking freeloader. You don't even know to pay for your meals."
Ye Ling set down his water glass and sat on the leather sofa, crossing his legs arrogantly.
"Don't even mention it, I'm not eating here today. And you won't need to be home either. As the chief, I'm taking you to the Imperial Capital," Shenfeng said with a mysterious smile, his expression cryptic.
To the Imperial Capital?
"I'm not going. Why the hell should I go to the Imperial Capital?" Ye Ling declined instantly, perfectly happy with his carefree life in Donghai City.
Shenfeng was taken aback by the refusal and became anxious, "Hey, you, the two old masters want to see you. Dare you not go?"
