This dinner was the most uncomfortable one Yang Fei had in years.
Delicious dishes turned tasteless in his mouth, as if he was chewing wax.
To outsiders, having two extremely beautiful women fighting for his attention and joining him for dinner would seem like a wonderful situation.
But Yang Fei wanted to leave every second, he was too exhausted.
He had to be very cautious with his words at all times, fearing that a single slip-up would require lengthy explanations.
Zhang Long thought Yang Fei had invited many guests and prepared a table full of exquisite dishes; in the end, only three people dined, and the dozen dishes were barely touched.
Only Yang Fei was eating earnestly.
Qin Yanyang and Li Xuanyu didn't really touch their chopsticks but kept talking to Yang Fei.
"Yang Fei, I wasn't joking about that matter previously. Li Wenjun's daughter said you can complete their family's ancient prescription, right?" Li Xuanyu looked at Yang Fei and asked.
