"Who?"
The man suddenly jumped up from his stool at the sound of thunder and stared at the door alertly.
A pair of black trouser legs came into the woman's view, and then the tall man stepped in.
His face tightened, but because of the tension on his face, he widened the corners of his mouth, perfectly and naturally.
Then he stood up, walked up to the man and hooked his arm as if meeting an old friend, and asked with a chuckle, "Why are you here?"
Jing Mohao held his hands in his pockets, and there was a smile on his lips that confused all sentient beings.
It was so strong that it only floated on the surface and did not contaminate the depths of his eyes at all.
He seemed to be responding with a chuckle, but his tone was sarcastic and congratulatory, "Xiqin, I became a madam at some point.
You didn't even notify me of such a big happy event.
I don't know if it's the young madam or the young marshal's wife."
There was a flash of stiffness on Wen Xiqin's face, and then it turned into a smile, and she lightly slapped him on the arm with some embarrassment, "Even you are starting to laugh at me, don't listen to their nonsense, what's the matter, come on, housekeeper, Let me introduce you, this is the eldest young master of our empire, Jing Mohao."
The housekeeper opposite had just relaxed after listening to their playful conversation, but his face instantly turned pale after hearing Wen Xiqin's introduction.
He was just wondering who could make Wen Xiqin, the eldest lady and future young lady, entertain him so hospitably.
He thought he was the distinguished guest she invited today, but he didn't expect it to be such an important guest.
And it was Jing Mohao who they had always regarded as their key enemy.
Why did Wen Xiqin invite him over?
Seeing how comfortable she was, it didn't look like she had no knowledge before.
Could it be that she was deliberately luring the enemy in, trying to catch a turtle in a jar?
"Young Master Mo, I have long admired you."
The butler greeted Jing Mohao stiffly, as if he knew that Jing Mohao had a distinguished status and aloof temperament and would not shake hands with him, so he simply bowed like a servant knowingly.
Jing Mohao's handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, and he avoided Wen Xiqin's hand to pull him without leaving a trace.
He pulled out the seat very consciously, stepped up his long legs, and sat in the middle of the long table with a king-like noble temperament.
Position, as if he is the owner here, and they are just a group of unknown people who came to interview on their own territory.
The two looked at each other, and Wen Xiqin secretly gave the housekeeper a look.
They had also tried to track Jing Mohao's whereabouts before and wanted to carry out a sneak attack, but they had always been unable to draw water from a bamboo basket.
They tried every means to deal with Jing Mohao's industrial base, but with little success.
As the saying goes, to capture the thief first, capture the king.
Now that he had arrived at their doorstep, and in their internal arsenal, it was the perfect opportunity to counterattack.
The housekeeper nodded knowingly and said politely to Jing Mohao, "Young Master Mo, you and Miss Fuwen are chatting first, and I won't interrupt you for now."
"Hey," Jing Mohao stretched out his hand to stop him, then lowered his fingertips, tapping the table with a series of ups and downs sounds, like tapping on someone's chaotic and unstable pulse, and heard the man speak loudly, "There's no need to be busy.
Please prepare some food and drinks for me.
It’s a rare occasion for us to meet each other.
Let’s sit down and let’s have a good chat.”
It was clear that such warm words came out of Jing Mohao's mouth, but they carried a strong aura of threat.
It seems to be saying, if you dare to go out and do something good for me, grandpa, I can shoot you on the spot right now.
When the housekeeper heard this, his legs almost buckled and he knelt down, looking at Wen Xiqin at a loss
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