Zhu Bufan's words had indeed made Zhan Feihuang, that young lady, thoroughly delighted, her brain was never too sharp to begin with, and added to Zhu Bufan's indeed eloquent and witty talent, the back and forth banter had her spinning joyfully.
Zhou Yuan had originally thought that this dinner invitation was just a spontaneous whim of Zhao Erapang, and was unaware that it was actually a formal "banquet" specifically intended for him.
In the main hall's courtyard of the mountain villa, a large round table over two meters in diameter was set up, seating six people — three women and two men.
At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a big belly, looking somewhat similar to Zhao Erapang. Next to him sat two beautiful women, appearing to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. The two women were draped in gold and silver, exuding a luxurious aura.
