"Hmm, the taste here is not bad, just a bit pricey."
"Right, the Zhao Family, you're picking up the bill for what I've eaten here, aren't you?"
"Since you're the ones who invited me to dine, it's only right that you should pay for it, isn't it?"
Ye Xiao quickly finished the bird's nest soup in his hand, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Zhao Zhonglin, who was already helping Zhao San up.
"You..."
Zhao Zhonglin's face turned red and white in quick succession, looking quite ugly.
He could hear the implication in Ye Xiao's words!
The invitation wasn't a trap; it was a mere dinner invitation!
And the fact that he had made Zhao San spit blood was just incidental!!!
"Your Zhao Family is after all a prominent household in Jingdu, about to enter the ranks of the eight great families. You wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation over the cost of a meal, would you? Such bad publicity, what do you think?"
Ye Xiao returned with a smile.
