But soon, someone who had some slight contact with the upper echelons of Jinling gasped in surprise.
"No, among those kneeling, there are people from Qiu's Group!"
"Wait, look at the one on the very edge, isn't that the Luo Family Head? Why is this whole group kneeling to a young man?"
Listening to the many voices around him, Xia Liang remained expressionless. He glanced at his watch and then finally spoke.
"What happened yesterday is in the past. If you really want to make me angry, you can keep kneeling."
Xia Liang's words grew icy.
Hearing this, the faces of the families turned deathly pale, and they all scrambled to their feet. Holding numerous gifts in their hands, they were at a loss for words.
"Master Xia, our families pooled some money together," one of them began. "It isn't much, just one hundred Yuan, but we were hoping..."
Seeing this, the fortune teller beside Xia Liang was dumbfounded. One hundred Yuan, not much? Who are you trying to fool?
