Two figures, one tall and one small, strolled into the banquet.
"Hey, you... Tang Hao! How much are you giving?" The old man recording gifts at the entrance did not recognize Tang Hao at first.
Tang Hao glared at him. A chill swept through the man, and he sat back down without knowing why.
Jia Ji had noticed nothing. The moment he saw Tang Hao, he hurried over. "Well, if it isn't Tang Hao! And Little Three too. What a handsome boy—much better-looking than my Dabi. Come on, have a seat."
Tang Hao snorted and shook off Jia Ji's hand. "Call Jia Dabī out. I have something to discuss with him."
Jia Ji froze, then pointed angrily at Tang Hao's face. "What's that supposed to mean, Tang Hao? Are you here to cause trouble?! Today's my son's big day. I don't want to fight you!"
Tang Hao gave a disdainful smile and released a trace of Soul Power, sending Jia Ji sprawling. "Don't make me do this the hard way. Call Jia Dabī out."
Terrified, Jia Ji tried to go inside and fetch him. But just as he got up, Jia Dabin rushed out of the house. "Three-Gege! Did you come to see me?" He threw himself toward Tang San's arms.
Tang San frowned and tried to dodge, but Tang Hao stopped Jia Dabin first.
Jia Dabin looked up, and his eyes lit up again. My future father-in-law! "Uncle Tang Hao!"
Disgust flashed through Tang Hao's eyes, but he forced down his anger. "I'm here for your work-study place. Little Three needs it."
Jia Ji panicked. Wasn't this cutting off the Jia family's future?! Their whole family was counting on Dabi becoming a Soul Master and lifting them up! If he lost the work-study place and could not enter Northeast