Inhale...
Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang agreed to Young Lord Wen's invitation, all the diners inhaled collectively, as if witnessing two little lambs falling into a big bad wolf's trap, heading towards a bloody slaughterhouse, their eyes revealing a hint of sorrow.
But intimidated by Young Lord Wen's tyrannical power, no one dared to step forward to warn Wang Xiaoqiang.
Chang Xiuyue showed a trace of uneasiness, pulled Wang Xiaoqiang's arm, and reminded, "Little Qiang, we, we have other matters to attend to..."
Wang Xiaoqiang secretly patted her hand for reassurance. Young Lord Wen pretended to be a gentleman and said to Wang Xiaoqiang, "If Brother Da Kuan has matters to attend to, I will not insist..."
Wang Xiaoqiang replied, "Ah, actually, it's not really urgent. We can take care of it another day."
Upon hearing this, the diners couldn't help but gasp again, knowing this was a chance to escape, but Gao Dakuan insisted on falling into the wolf's lair, and no one could save him.
