"Smack!"
But, Bao Xuetian directly slapped Bao Wen across the face.
At this moment, the middle-aged man, wearing gold wire glasses with a somewhat scholarly temperament,
had eyes brimming with fury.
He looked like an enraged lion.
"Dad! What... what are you doing?"
Bao Wen clutched his cheek.
Speaking with a face full of bewilderment.
"Shut up, you unfilial son!"
Bao Xuetian did not bother to explain to Bao Wen.
And gave him another slap.
This time, it not only left Bao Wen dumbfounded.
Even the younger generation watching.
Were all at a loss.
"Sir, may I see your invitation?"
Just then, Bao Xuetian turned to Ye Qingfeng.
And asked in a rather polite tone.
Originally, Bao Xuewen wouldn't have gotten involved in such petty matters between juniors.
But the commotion here was quite loud.
Even those far away in the venue could hear it.
Bao Xuewen glanced over.
Seeing the lavish gold invitation card in Ye Qingfeng's hand.
He was immediately shocked.
