Feng Qing was speechless as she looked at the two men who were not convinced by each other. Why couldn't these two men get along well? Why did they have to go against each other? She could clearly feel that the face behind the golden mask was filled with anger, and the man's body was emitting an indescribable aura.
Xie Jiuhan turned his body without turning his head after hearing Xing Yue's words, signaling Xing Yue to look at the name tag beside the plate. On it were the words 'VIP of the palace banquet'.
As expected, after seeing this name tag, Xing Yue could only smack his lips. He couldn't say a word for a long time. Xie Jiuhan had participated as a VIP at the Imperial Concubine's banquet, and he was the same as Feng Qing. It wasn't appropriate for him, a person from the Presidential Manor, to say anything.
Xie Jiuhan turned around and said coldly, "What are you still standing here for? Get lost!"
