"Hmm, got it, you can go now."
Xia Hengzhou wore an authoritative expression as he watched the man in black close the door and walk away. Then he returned to his prior demeanor, paying no heed to the blood-red words "Xu Fan, personally opened" on the invitation. He casually tore open the invitation, holding a note inside, and clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Hey! Old man! Didn't you see that it's for me? You don't care for the young, yet expect me to respect the elderly?" Xu Fan couldn't stand Xia Hengzhou's schadenfreude look and snatched the invitation back.
The content of the invitation was simple, mentioning that it had been a long time since they last met and expressing how much they had missed Xu Fan. It stated that upon hearing of Xu Fan's arrival in the West, an invitation was specially sent to share drinks in a convivial gathering.
