Meeting Dong Yihong's warning gaze, Shanggong Wen immediately nodded in realization. "Right, right, right, look at me. I'm so happy that I can't speak properly."
Almost the entire Imperial City knew what happened between Duanmu Heng and Yao Meng, and as the president of the Mercenary Association, Shanggong Wen was even aware of the inside story.
However, that was the couple's business. No matter what, it wasn't someone else's place to interfere.
So, it was better for outsiders like them not to get involved blindly, in case they attracted trouble.
"My dear guests, why don't I prepare a private room for all of you, you can sit down and talk slowly?" Shanggong Wen said enthusiastically.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Dong Yihong slapped his back fiercely again, making Shanggong Wen's face contort in pain.
