"Family Head, the young master might not be able to roll over here right now..." the middle-aged man grunted.
It was his turn to be puzzled. He hadn't wanted the Xie Family to confront Xu Ke on Xie Jinhua's behalf, but in his view, there was no need for Xie Hezheng to be this terrified of Xu Ke. The unshakable pillar of the Xie Family, so frightened by the mere mention of Xu Ke's name that he'd demand his own grandson come rolling over? This went beyond simply 'not confronting Xu Ke.' This was clearly 'fearing Xu Ke'!
"Why?" Xie Hezheng's face darkened.
"He's at the Deyun Hotel, resting and changing. The Eldest Young Master asked him to host tonight's gala," the middle-aged man answered honestly. The 'Eldest Young Master' he referred to was Xie Jinhua's father, Xie Jiancheng.
Xie Hezheng's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "Host the gala?"
"Then wouldn't it be easy for that little bastard to make a move on Xu Ke tonight?"
