บท 867: Flushing the Crown

With Duanmu Lin's team leaving, Tang Xiu took Mu Wanying to the leisure area at the corner of the banquet hall. He then randomly picked a sofa to take a seat on as his eyes glanced towards the groups of three to five well-dressed men and women before he shook his head and sighed, "You know, if I must speak frankly, I never liked this kind of occasion at all. It's like a waste of time seeing a bunch of people with masks who speak hypocritical things that hold no value whatsoever."