Jiangnan Province, Tongzhou City, Dongyun International Private Club.
Although a scorching sun hung high in the sky, Young Master Xiao Hao was drenched in sweat, looking as if he'd just been doused with water. His expression was panicked, and his hair was so matted it was practically braided.
Clearly, he had realized his "mistake," but it was already too late. Brother Zhou Shang had already made the call.
Damn it, how could this happen? Previously, our Young Master Xiao Hao had been impossibly arrogant, convinced his status and background made him untouchable. He'd been ready to renege on the bet and refuse to honor it. But now, he was intimately familiar with regret—and fear.
There was always an unspoken, hard-and-fast rule in their circle. The rule was simple: no matter how much you disgraced yourself publicly, as long as it didn't escalate to the family's attention—'inside the house'—there was still room for negotiation and forgiveness.
