Night had fallen deep, and Mu Hanyan along with a few other young disciples who had been chosen were already settled and deep in dreams, yet the Zhou Family Restaurant still emitted a dim yellow light.
Fourth Miss Zhao, Zhou Qi, Yuan Tianbo, Mou Ye, along with Zhao Sinin and Uncle Zhao were sitting around a table, already devoid of their earlier vigor, each one wearing a downcast expression like dogs that had lost their homes.
"This Mu Hanyan is simply despicable, to make me lose face in front of everyone in the hall like that," Zhou Qi said, clenching his teeth as he tightly gripped his teacup.
Had it not been for the Third Elder of the Mu Family reminding him to cover his face at the crucial moment, he would have no face to meet anyone ever again, it must be said, the elder surely had a broad experience and wide knowledge, something he could never have thought of.
