Hearing what Yan Rongjun said, both Wei Chen and Mo Xingyao wore complicated, awkward expressions, as though they wanted to retort but ultimately decided to let it go. Dream Butterfly, meanwhile, could only offer a wry smile.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Yan Rongjun asked, looking confused.
"Lady Yan... We're... er... in the middle of receiving a guest." With an awkward smile, Dream Butterfly gestured toward Zhu Lei Huang.
Yan Rongjun followed her gaze and looked at Zhu Lei Huang, who seemed to be doing his best to keep his temper under control.
"Oh! So this is the loser you were talking about, huh? Sorry, but my husband just went back to the Underworld Palace to clear up his accumulated paperwork, so he left me here as his representative."
She said this with a wide smile, like a kind older sister, while patting Zhu Lei Huang's shoulder as though she were talking to a junior.
As for Zhu Lei Huang, he felt as though he were being looked down upon.
