Meanwhile, Yue Xiaofei entered a spacious, brightly lit office.
The fragrance of tea drifted through the air.
Jin Dapao, Ouyang Jian, Lin Tiejun, and Lin Xiaolu were having tea with Elder Xu.
Jin Dapao and Lin Xiaolu still had no idea who Elder Xu really was. They only knew that the old man was outrageously formidable.
With just a few words, he had made the Second Master of an elite clan kneel, admit his fault, and slap himself.
"Grandpa Xu."
Yue Xiaofei approached Elder Xu and bowed deeply. "Thank you for what you did today. I can't tell you how grateful I am!"
His words came straight from the heart.
Had this old man not appeared out of nowhere, not only Yue Xiaofei but Grandpa Lin and Director Jin would probably have gone down here today.
"It was nothing."
Elder Xu raised a hand, signaling for him to sit.
"Your grandfather, Yue Qinhu, is an old comrade of mine. We've trusted each other with our lives. I spent decades looking for him..."
"Now someone dares to smash his Pillar of the Country. That's a slap in my face. How could I stand by and do nothing?"
Grateful but curious, Yue Xiaofei asked, "Grandpa Xu, since you came to Jiangcheng, why didn't you go see my grandfather first?"
Lin Tiejun's hand froze in midair, his teacup still in it.
A rare flicker of awkwardness crossed Elder Xu's normally unruffled face.
"Well..."
Elder Xu gave a dry cough and found an excuse.
"Those brats at home insisted on making a fuss over some Centennial Banquet for me. Such a nuisance. I slipped away. I wanted to take care of business first, then catch up with your grandfather in peace."
Listening beside him, Lin Tiejun felt his eyelid twitch.
*A fuss? That hardly