Looking at the invitation that had been altered to number ten, Xia Zheng curled his lips upward, waving the invite in one hand and gesturing with his fingers in the other, he laughed at He Lienuo, who was already dumbfounded, "My apologies, Young Master Helian, please kindly lift your esteemed buttocks and move!"
Su Tianrui also pointed at the last row of the spectator area with a feeling of vindication, and called out to him: "Young Master Helian, please. Your noble buttocks are only suited to that distinguished place. Leave this wretched spot for my stinky and dirty rear!"
If it weren't for the many commoners from the Capital city and numerous nobles with concealed identities present, Su Tianrui would definitely have slapped his own rear end regardless of status, sending He Lienuo a "get lost" gesture!
