Capital City, Hexi Teahouse, top-floor private room.
"Damn it! Is there such a thing!?"
After hearing Dragon Fragrance recount the entire incident at the Yonghong Hotel, Eight Master was thunderously furious. He roared violently and smashed the table in front of him with one slap: "Damn Chen Bafang, he's messed up all our plans!"
"Yes, all messed up." Dragon Fragrance's face was also extremely poor. After taking a deep breath, he said, "And with the Crown Prince clearly in a bad mood when he left, I didn't bring up 'that matter' to him."
"You did the right thing!"
Eight Master suppressed his inner rage, his face gloomy, and said, "If we caught the Crown Prince in a bad mood, our relationship with him would become even more strained, and we would have even less chance to ask for his help."
After speaking, he suddenly overturned the tea table in front of him, venting his anger!
He never thought that repaying a favor could cause such a big problem!
Exactly.
