"Boss Zhou, this is all my fault for my lack of consideration. Please, calm down," Jin Peng said, quickly rising to his feet and chuckling. "How could I possibly neglect a distinguished guest like you? Here, I'll have someone prepare our best private room and host you there separately."
As he spoke, he glared fiercely at his son, Jin Ming, as if to say, Who told you to invite this thug here?
I didn't invite him! He just showed up! Jin Ming was so wronged he was on the verge of tears. Zhou Wenlong had come on his own. Not only had he failed to bring a birthday gift, but he also hadn't even offered a single word of congratulations. To top it off, he had brought a dozen of his lackeys, clearly intending to freeload.
"Now I don't like the sound of that, Old Master Jin," Zhou Wenlong said angrily. "I came to wish you a happy birthday. What do you mean by not letting me eat and drink with everyone else and isolating me in a private room?"
