"Still eating?" Ignoring a pair of ferocious eyes, Chen Yang walked straight into the hall. He glanced at the dining table and smiled with envy. "Wealthy families really are different. Eighteen different dishes for a single breakfast!"
"We had a tough journey getting here, so you wouldn't mind if we sat down for a bite, would you?"
Yang Hu sat down boldly, immediately digging into the food with gusto.
Xue Wenlong: "..."
The members of the Xue Family: "..."
Chen Yang picked up a steamed bun, raised a glass of red wine, and chuckled, "Don't just stand there, everyone. Sit down and eat! We can talk business after we're finished!"
What the hell is this? Not only did they barge into our home, but now they're acting like they own the place?
"Who the hell are you to sit at my Xue Family's table! I order you to get on your knees and kowtow in apology!" Xue Wenlong slammed his palm on the table, pointing at Chen Yang as he bellowed.
