Young Master Wang's face, originally twisted with malice, triumph, contempt, and disgust, froze as soon as his subordinate uttered those words.
His expression became as changeable as the seasons, at times flushed, then pale, then dark again, as if he were a Sichuan opera face-changing performer, which made him look particularly ridiculous.
What the hell, we were just talking about Xiang Mantang battling for power in Dragon King Hall, too preoccupied to manage their own affairs, and now he decides to swing by for a visit!
Young Master Wang felt so angry he almost vomited blood.
But quickly, he suppressed the fear and anger churning inside him and hurriedly said to his subordinate, "Go out and tell him I am under the weather and not fit to receive visitors, ask him to come back another day."
"This..."
Upon hearing Young Master Wang's words, the subordinate's expression wavered with hesitation and reluctance, not daring to agree immediately.
