The entire private room fell into dead silence.
Zhao Dongshan's eyes were fixed on Chen Nan, as he restrained himself from losing his temper. After a good while, he finally showed a hint of a smile, "Is Young Master Chen joking?"
Chen Nan glanced at him, "What do you think, Boss Zhao?"
"I hope you are joking."
Zhao Dongshan took a drag of his cigarette. Although a smile hung on his face, he had already made up his mind. If Chen Nan did not agree to join the Zhao family today, he would stop at nothing to ensure Chen Nan was buried here.
Chen Nan flicked his cigarette ash, lying back casually in his chair, "If I weren't joking, does that mean I won't be able to leave this private room tonight?"
"Young Master Chen is kidding. The banquet I'm hosting today is not a trap," Zhao Dongshan said with a laugh.
