The atmosphere inside the car was oppressively tense, Zhou Bei glanced resentfully at Uncle Deng. Really, talk about stirring the pot—couldn't he see that Seventh Master was in a foul mood? He wasn't interested in selecting a wife at all; he was clearly more in the mood for demolition.
The black Maybach sped along the road, but due to traffic congestion, it was nearly six o'clock when they arrived at the Li family's mansion. The banquet was to begin at seven, and when the black Maybach reached the road outside the Li family's mansion, it caused a traffic jam.
An orderly from the mansion was directing traffic on the side, with luxury cars lined up along the curb. Their number and opulence were truly breathtaking.
