Seeing the two poised for a battle, Zhao Xiaowen's expression turned sour.
"Brother Qiu Ming, Lin Chen is my friend. If you continue like this, then we will have to take our leave," Zhao Xiaowen said icily.
Seeing Zhao Xiaowen getting irritated, Qiu Ming gritted his teeth and said, "Xiaowen, that's not what I meant. I was just joking with Lin Chen. Please, come inside."
Qiu Ming had made up his mind that, no matter what, he was going to win Zhao Xiaowen over today. Although Lin Chen's arrival was a nuisance, once he got Lin Chen drunk at the table, everything would be easier to handle.
So, despite feeling annoyed, Qiu Ming still had a smile plastered on his face as he escorted Zhao Xiaowen and Lin Chen into the restaurant.
By now, the hall was fully occupied. Those attending the banquet were descendants of prominent families from all over the country; there were actually not many from Capital City's families.
