While the internet and physical media were abuzz with news about the Huamei Group, Ye Ling had Mo Xing place a call to summon Jiang Xiaobai.
In the Jiang Family mansion, Jiang Xiaobai gazed at the brilliantly blooming orchid, his expression gentle as if he saw his first love who had died years ago, all hostility lost.
"Young Master Jiang, Mo Xing has called and would like to invite you to the Silk Love Club tonight,"
a lackey said, bowing slightly. Jiang Xiaobai nodded, then sneered coldly, "Even if many of my actions have gone unrewarded, there must be a startled bird out there, I'm sure of it."
"This time he's calling me over, whether it's to question or threaten me, it all seems dull to me."
"Even so, I must prepare thoroughly. I'll have to call Brother Jiang to be on standby, ready to back me up at any moment."
When night fell, Ye Ling sat in the bustling club, swirling the fresh red liquid in his glass resembling fresh blood, giving off a sweet aroma of wine.
