Bill blinked his deep-set eyes, clutching his chest in feigned despair, "Qinghe, after all the good I've done for you, how can you understand me so little?" Implicit in his words was the question: could he really be the type to submit to adversity without a fight?
Qinghe's mouth twitched at the sight of such an arrogant and mischievous person trying to act cute, which was not a particularly pleasant sight.
"Enough, if you don't want to talk about it, let's drop it." Unwilling to watch his performance, Qinghe said with a stern face.
It so happened that the others had also finished their discussions. Since Brother Bill and his group still needed to greet other guests, they had the servants quickly take them to change their clothes and then to the banquet after they were dressed.
