Tang Xiao's Day: Watching His Nephew Get Beaten, Getting Pushed by Security, Being Disliked by the Big Shot

Tang Xiao's voice was filled with sincerity, even carrying a hint of pleading.

He had lowered himself to the humblest position of his life.

He had even invoked the name of his grandfather, Tang Chen—the peerless expert once as famous as Qian Daoliu.

In his mind, as men who had both stood at the pinnacle of that era, even if they were enemies, there should have been some mutual respect between heroes.

What was more, he had long heard that Qian Daoliu was rigid and upright, an admirer of so-called knightly principles.

For the sake of his ancestor, even if Ah Yin's identity was unusual, surely Qian Daoliu would not make things too difficult for her.

Yet Tang Xiao's heartfelt words were met with an eerie silence.

A trace of blankness first flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes, followed by confusion, before finally turning into a strange look as though he were staring at an idiot.

Good lord.

Did this guy take me for the owner of this restaurant?

And he wanted to take Senior's head gardener from me?

Was his face forged from the Clear Sky Hammer? How could it be this thick?

Seeing Qian Daoliu freeze up, Tang Xiao assumed that the other party was unwilling and hurriedly continued.

"Grand Elder, in your eyes, Ah Yin may only be a gardener."

"But in the eyes of our Clear Sky Sect, she is not a servant. She is family!"

"And in Hao's eyes, she is even more..."

At that point, Tang Xiao's voice abruptly cut off. He wished he could slap himself across the face on the spot.

Damn it!

Why did I have to mention Tang Hao?!

Who didn't know that Qian Xunji, the previous Pope of Spirit Hall and Qian Daoliu's own son, had been killed by his