"Mhm!"
Seeing that her words had 'enlightened' Ye Xiu, Bao Niannian was brimming with a sense of accomplishment and was incredibly happy.
"Alright, let's go see what your grandfather is serving Shen Qilin for dinner," Ye Xiu said.
"Daddy, carry me! Daddy, carry me!"
Little Bao threw his arms open and shouted. He was too young to grasp the concept of life and death, so he was not frightened by the corpses strewn across the ground, nor was he traumatized by the sight of Ye Xiu killing people.
"Don't call me 'daddy.' Call me 'Big Brother.'"
Ye Xiu corrected him but still picked up Little Bao.
"Big Pot."
"Heh heh…"
「Songhe Tower!」
This was a very famous, time-honored restaurant on Qingfeng Road. Their Squirrel Mandarin Fish was one of a kind.
In an antique and elegant private room, Bao Longtu sat grim-faced in the host's seat. Beside him sat a gentle, refined old man with an ethereal bearing. He was the mediator Bao Longtu had invited—Xu Tingbai, Xu Fengmei's father.
