Qin Yang was speechless. "You silly fox, is that all you can aspire to? If I came to a wedding banquet, would that be a grand enough display for your master?"
"That's true."
Xiaobai was sprawled on the table, stuffing her face, a springy shrimp dangling from her mouth.
"But Master, with your current fame, it's totally possible to make an appearance for the prestige. Then the money will come rolling in. How great would that be!"
"..."
Qin Yang rolled his eyes, propping his arm up and looking toward the stage. "From now on, don't just read whatever random things you find..."
Just as they were chatting, a woman's voice came from behind him.
"Senior Brother?"
Qin Yang turned to look.
Before the speaker could even sit, two familiar figures caught his eye.
"Hm? What are you two doing here?"
Qin Yang glanced at the two, a little surprised.
It was Li Qinghe and Li Zixuan.
