Neither of them had any luggage, and on their way, they drew many gazes, mostly from men, who seemed to wish they could grow eyes on their bodies due to the overwhelming charm of these two.
Walking together, they were more mature and beautiful than those female celebrities, possessing an allure of classical elegance.
"Jin Yuzhi, hurry up! My dear son-in-law says he’s prepared lots of delicious food. If we’re late, there won’t be any left," Hua Huiyue said, crossing her arms over her chest and strolling gracefully.
She was dressed in black, her figure graceful.
And following her was none other than the Sect Leader of the Desire Sect — Jin Yuzhi!
Jin Yuzhi, clad in green, had a pleasing face, her hair pinned by a jade hairpin. She was slightly thinner than Hua Huiyue, carrying a unique charm.
"What’s the rush? I don’t believe that if we’re late, your son-in-law dares to serve us dishwater," Jin Yuzhi said nonchalantly.
"Oh, is that so?" Hua Huiyue laughed. "With his temperament, it’s really hard to say."
"That’s true. Your son-in-law is quite cheeky, with thicker skin than anyone, and really might pull something like that," Jin Yuzhi suddenly quickened her pace. "Quickly! We can’t let your son-in-law serve us dishwater. We’ve been busy outside for so long, eat dishwater? That would seriously damage my image as the Sect Leader of the Desire Sect!"
Hua Huiyue laughed, "Serve you dishwater? That’s quite possible, but to me, his mother-in-law, he surely wouldn’t dare!"
Jin Yuzhi gritted her teeth, "Hua Huiyue, are you boasting that you have a good son-in-law?"
Jin Yuzhi made a gesture like grabbing air, gritting her teeth, but then suddenly laughed, "Hua Huiyue, don’t think you’re amazing just for having a good son-in-law! You have a good daughter, but I also have a good disciple, who is no worse than your daughter."
This time, it was Hua Huiyue’s turn to glare, "Jin Yuzhi, you dare!"
Jin Yuzhi smirked, "I dare!"
With that, Jin Yuzhi suddenly accelerated toward the airport hall exit.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Hua Huiyue shouted angrily.
"Must hurry to check on my future disciple-in-law! It’s been a while, who knows if he’s lost weight or gained it, haha..." Jin Yuzhi’s voice echoed from afar.
An enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen, making one’s mouth water.
The living room welcomed another guest.
Carrying two bottles of Erguotou.
Seeing this, Song Wuliang immediately rolled his eyes and complained, "Damn, old Zhao, coming to someone else’s house and just bringing two bottles of high-proof liquor? Do you feel good about yourself?"
Zhao Guosheng ignored Song Wuliang’s complaints and looked at Mao Yanfeng and the others. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel•fire.net
"Care to introduce?" Zhao Guosheng asked.
"Oh, this is old Mao, Mao Yanfeng. Yige said he’s from the White Lotus Sect, and the other two are probably similar," Song Wuliang casually remarked.
Originally smiling faintly, Zhao Guosheng’s hand trembled, and the two bottles of Erguotou almost fell. Seeing this, Song Wuliang quickly caught them.
"Hey, old Zhao, don’t get so worked up! It’s just the White Lotus Sect. You’re the Deputy Director of the Hundred Immortals Sect! Show some composure, okay?" Song Wuliang continued to chatter.
Zhao Guosheng glared at the incessant Song Wuliang, inwardly cursing this heartless fat guy.
Then Zhao Guosheng turned toward the kitchen, wanting to rush in and give that kid a good beating.
This kid has tricked me again!