That guy Wu Ming, his temper is no better than Uncle's. She even questioned how Uncle managed to make use of someone like him.
It always seemed that Wu Ming exuded an aura of strength that couldn't be easily commanded by others.
Even Uncle... it feels like they were at most evenly matched, and he didn't seem much grander than Wu Ming.
Actually, speaking of which, the only thing Wu Ming lacked was that disfigured face of his.
Bei Tianyou nodded slightly, feeling somewhat helpless inside.
If he could participate, how could he worry about losing?
The two were talking when footsteps sounded from behind.
Fan Yi walked in and saluted Bei Tianyou and Baili Xia.
"Young Master, the Old Madam invites Miss Xiaxia over for a meal."
Baili Xia was slightly taken aback, having just arrived at the Bei family, surprised that the Old Madam already knew.
Noticing her confusion, Bei Tianyou explained, "I just mentioned to her that you were here."
