Zhang Yuanxing said hurriedly, “Right, right, Miss Lingxue, please take a seat. All of you, return to your seats. Don’t let my arrival ruin Young Lord Su's good mood!”

When he said this last part, he spoke with extra emphasis.

Everyone’s expressions changed, and their minds went blank, but they did as they were told. Still, although all of them were back in their seats, the atmosphere was tense and stifled.

Zhang Yuanxing was in no mood to concern himself with that. He was too busy worrying about how to keep Su Yi happy and entertained. He turned to Uncle Huang and ordered, “Go fetch a jar of spiritual brew, then tell Miss Cha Jin that when it’s her turn to play, she should face this private dining room’s viewing window.”

Uncle Huang hurriedly dashed off to carry out his commands.

When they saw this, everyone’s expressions were increasingly complex. They felt as if the heavens were playing an enormous joke at their expense! How could a waste without a cultivation terrify a top-level young master like Zhang Yuanxing so badly? Why was Young Master Zhang so terrified, tentative, and polite?

But because Zhang Yuanxing was right there in...