Wen Jueyuan’s heart quivered.

The private dining room was unusually silent. It seemed they didn’t quite believe it. Wen Jueyuan came here with such ferocity…. Just to call Su Yi back home?

If that’s all it was, why not send a servant to notify him? Why come with so many guards and cause such a disturbance? 

Yuan Luoxi seemed to have sensed that something was amiss too. She couldn’t help but ask, “What is your family head summoning Young Lord Su for?”

“This…” Wen Jueyuan found himself at a loss for words.

“Enough,” said Su Yi flatly. “Go back and report to your father. Say I’ll be there in a little while.”

But Wen Jueyuan just glanced at Yuan Luoxi. It was obvious that he didn’t care what Su Yi said; he only cared about her opinion!

Fu Shan, Huang Yunchong, and the others inwardly shook their heads. This Wen Jueyuan’s powers of discernment are truly lacking! Hasn’t he realized the implications of Su Yi sitting in the seat of honor?

Yuan Luoxi pondered for a moment, then said coldly, “In Mother Ghost Ridge, Young Lord Su and Guo Bing did us an enormous favor. This banquet was arranged specifically to thank them. If your Wen Family has any objections, you’re welcome...