Dongfang Wenxin had heard many things about Chu Qihun on the way here. Chu Qihun had already enjoyed his fame for more than sixty years. He was a man that could single-handedly face a large family like the Dongfang family. Until now, she still could not get what part of those stories were so entertaining that her son and his wife kept on laughing…
Ever since they entered places with many people, Dongfang Wenxin had stopped calling Jun Moxie by his name. They did not want to be exposed.
"There are too many people here, I will tell you what happened another day. When you know what has happened, you will definitely be entertained as well," Jun Moxie said, as he still laughed.
Suddenly, the cotton cloth covering the entrance of the hotel was lifted up and snow rushed in with the howling wind. Some of the more agitated guests were just about to blurt out insults before they sat down in fright.