บท 120: Dead Fatty's Extreme Joy Turns to Sorrow

Stepping outside the Mansion of Light, Wen Bao originally planned to directly go back to the inn, but then he caught the sight of Wang Lu and Yue Xinyao shoulder to shoulder in the shadow on one side of the corners.

Wen Bao hastily sent off his two assistants and then quickly strode forward.

Looking at the remnant of “at a loss” look from Wen Bao’s face, Wang Lu, with a teasing smile, said, “Fatty, winter has finally came, and spring is not too far away!”

“Pfft.” Yue Xinyao covered her mouth as she chuckled.

Wen Bao lowered his head in distress. Glancing at Yue Xinyao’s smiling face, an unspeakable bitterness welled up in his heart once again.

“How is the negotiation going?”

Being asked about the main issue, Wen Bao suppressed his emotion and earnestly answered.

Wang Lu patted the fatty’s shoulder. “Not bad, you’re really not a disappointment.”