C85 Invitation

Upon hearing Brother Wuchang's biting, sarcastic remarks, Duan Qianhee's fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His expression soured as if he'd swallowed something vile. Despite his irritation, he dared not retaliate. The visible anger on his face was a last vestige of defiance.

He was acutely aware of the other party's status—someone beyond his capacity to provoke. Loong Ao