Ning Xiaofei nodded to Xicheng and Xun Yang, "Goodbye, gentlemen."
"Goodbye," Xun Yang hastily replied.
As Ning Xiaofei assisted Mu Tianye downstairs, Zhou Tao stayed in the room and approached the table. "Mr. Xicheng, what do you think... Shall I add some more dishes and wine for you?"
"No need!"
Xicheng picked up a cup from the table, slowly swallowed the liquor, and then put down the cup and stood up.
Xun Yang, worried he had drunk too much, quickly came over to support his arm, while Zhou Tao picked up the paper bag from beside the table.
"Mr. Xicheng, your clothes."
Xicheng glanced at Zhou Tao and reached out his hand to Xun Yang, who immediately took out a stack of cash from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"This is for tonight's meal, and the surplus is considered a tip for you all," Xicheng said arrogantly, his hands in his coat pockets. "Tell Mu Tianye that I, Xicheng, will do what I want and meet whomever I want. He, Mu Tianye... can't control me!"
