It was at this moment that Gullitte finally realized – his little rascal of a son had set him up!
Unfortunately, they were still in a video call, and he couldn't storm off to settle accounts with his mischievous boy just yet. All he could do was maintain the forced smile on his face while enduring this onslaught.
How could all these seemingly kind-faced people have such cutting tongues? And they're all taking turns!
He was truly in a bind!
That so-called "smiling on the face, cursing inwardly" vibe—perhaps this perfectly described his current mood.
As soon as the video call ended, an earth-shattering roar echoed through the ancient castle.
"ARTHAX! YOU'RE DEAD!!!"
Jiang Qingying sat elegantly, unfazed, blowing lightly on her tea. A faint smile played on her lips.
"Quite the spectacle, isn't it…"
The banquet commenced as scheduled. Ruanruan's fathers were supposed to arrive during the event, so she and Jiang Jincheng arrived ahead of time.
