The luxurious decor in the hall bathed in soft lighting, accompanied by elegant light music, had a very bourgeois ambiance as men and women gathered in groups of three or five to chat and socialize.
"What's up, whose call is it now?"
Su Xiaoxi held a wine glass and looked curiously at Tang Ming, who was seated on the sofa with his phone.
"Just a minor issue."
Tang Ming laughed strangely. He didn't expect that he would cause such a big stir after leaving Songlan City. Not only did the Ming Group act, but even the Evil Cultivators emerged, making things more interesting.
"As if that's nothing."
Su Xiaoxi rolled her eyes at Tang Ming, saying gloomily, "I never realized before that you're such a busy person. You can't even relax when you accompany me to a party."
"My dear Miss Su, you wouldn't really treat me as your fiancé, would you?"
