Negotiate? His face was rubbed into the ground, what is there to negotiate?
His gaze swept over Mao Qingzhu and then at Chen Ye, their attitudes were already clear as day.
Further negotiation would only increase their humiliation.
"Hmph!" Xu Qingsong snorted coldly, "Carry them! We're leaving!"
The followers dared not delay and quickly carried the four wailing companions back to the flying boat.
The old man sighed, at this point, he no longer maintained his posture, his voice hoarse:
"Our skills are inferior, we admit it. It's just that Qing Jun, that child, is ultimately of our Xu Family's bloodline. The clan blessing concerns her future path, we hope the steward... would consider the child's future."
Indeed, the old douche is just an old douche.
Able to put on airs while relying on his seniority, yet also capable of lowering his stance and compromising, truly thick-skinned!
