"Ouch, which grandson is so thoughtless... Eh? Xiao Man!?"
Pei Laoliu let out a pained howl, about to burst into curses when he turned and saw the newcomer was his own grandson.
He scrambled up from the ground and exclaimed in surprise, "You little rascal, how come it's you! How could you be here!?"
A few people nearby turned their curious gazes toward the commotion.
Pei Laoliu immediately grabbed Zhang Xiaoman's arm and said, "Let's go, let's go, let's find another place to talk."
...
In a corner of the banquet hall.
On the table were a pot of clear tea, two dishes of peanuts, three small bowls of appetizers, and some sweets.
An elderly man and a young man were eating and chatting there, and around them were similarly unoccupied tables and chairs, with only a few people scattered around sitting at them.
