Huang Taichen's face drained of color in a heartbeat.
"Do you have any proof, Sir?" He glared at Zhang Fengxi.
A self-contained smile played on Zhang Fengxi's lips, suggesting quiet confidence.
"Strange, I was expecting an outright denial. Instead, you are asking me for a proof."
Huang Taichen's realization dawned with a jolt. He muttered a curse beneath his breath, the words swallowed by the silk of his handkerchief as he brought it to his lips. Then, with a measured draw of breath, he rose to his feet.
"Thanks for the meal. I will make my introductions at Mount Wu directly," he announced.
After acknowledging Qiao Wei with a formal bow, he quickly excused himself.
"Where did you hear that from?" With a graceful gesture, Qiao Wei raised a skewer to his lips and savored a morsel of the sizzling treat.
"Here, when I was buying milk pastries for you."
Zhang Fengxi started eating as well.
