"It's been sent."
Xia Yu didn't walk far, turning back to look at the courtyard where the angry voice of the old man came from. He pressed the side button of his phone, and the terminal device made a beep followed by a full black screen.
"What a king bomb! And then, you shut down and took shelter?" A voice approached from the opposite walkway.
The person turned out to be Tang Yuqiong, the famous female chef of the Shanghai Longzhen Restaurant.
Tang Yuqiong raised her personal phone, clad in a cute shell, slightly pouting her lips with a bright smile. "Originally, I was puzzled why you texted me, asking me to come to Shu for a meeting. But now, I don't need your explanation."
Her phone screen reflected in the sunlight, and on Demon King Xia's social platform home page, there was the latest message, or rather a letter of invitation submitted to Huang He, the leader of White Cloud Pavilion.
So-called "invitation," in a flattering way, is just notifying the host before arrival.
