The elegant middle-aged man was calm and composed. He maintained a gentle and elegant smile on his face. “Miss Zi, you have a deep prejudice against me. Why Don’t you go in and have a drink? Let me explain something to you.”
“Humph!”Zi Xin looked at him from the corner of her eyes. “I don’t want to listen to your nonsense. I’m here today for one thing. Return My Divine Stone!”
Bi Hetu, who was standing at the side, remained calm. He stood in the middle of the door like a Vajra Buddha. A few guests who were about to enter immediately turned around and left when they saw his posture.