Jiang Wentao had a sleazy expression, using a series of words full of fantasy to describe various parts of his "cousin's" body.
Just listening made Miyamoto Shichiro's heart itch as he smirked devilishly, "Wentao, having your cousin be my lover, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
"How could it be? Boss, you're wise, mighty, and imposing. My cousin becoming your secret lover is an eight-lifetime blessing for her!"
Jiang Wentao's flattery made Miyamoto Shichiro incredibly pleased!
"Rest assured, that anger you're holding in, I'll help you vent it!"
"Also, just to let you know, the Seventh Red Rank Sequence is returning to Tokyo to host the mission to eliminate the God of Slaughter, Ye Huan!"
"My father entrusted me with hosting a grand welcoming banquet for them once he received the task."
Miyamoto Shichiro's tone was very flat, as if he were talking about something incredibly ordinary.
Jiang Wentao listened, his eyes widened, bigger than eggs!
