Meilin opened her mouth to speak, but a voice interrupted her, causing the complexion of her beautiful face to darken with irritation.
Obviously, it was Jin Tianshi.
"The five-colour pavilion will not support the third prince if he accepts money from a rival organization."
"Young master Tianshi, are you talking about breaking the contract you made with us?" The third prince turned his face, everyone there watching Tianshi as if he were the biggest idiot in the world.
He was the leader of a branch that belonged to the gold king, the face of the five-colored pavilion.
Every contract he signed was a contract signed by the Gold King, who gave his own image as a guarantee of fulfillment.
Did that idiot really want to tarnish his own father's image because of a personal tantrum with his sister?
"Young master, please..." The True Immortal leaned over, grabbing Tianshi's shoulder.
