Qiu Qianyu felt a warmth in her heart when she heard Jiang Chuan's voice.
She lifted her beautiful eyes and saw the concern in Jiang Chuan's gaze.
But off to the side, Qiushi let out a cold snort and deliberately mocked, "How touching. How heartwarming."
"You losers can only amount to this, huh? If you've got the guts, bring in as many big shots as we did and slap my face, haha!"
Qiushi slapped his own face on purpose, wearing an air of uncontrollable arrogance—truly acting as if he owned the world!
Qiu Sheng was now standing behind Qiu Qianyu, his face deathly pale with rage, lips quivering.
Yet, he was helpless. After all, he hadn't managed to bring in those important guests himself!
At that moment, suddenly, the steward came rushing in as if bitten by a mad dog, panicking.
"Patriarch, Elders—big news, big news!"
"What big news? Such panic—what kind of behavior is that?"
