At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Jiang Ming glanced at Yuan Hehe and Sikong Wuyuan, hid the boor, and shouted at the door.
"Enter!"
The person who came was an old man with a straight figure and sunken eyes.
"Lord Ning Caichen, I'm a subordinate of King Xiaguo. I've come here for some matters. My name is Zhang Xiajing. You can call me Mr. Xiajing. Lord Ning Caichen, I would like to invite you to the Moonlight Banquet."
Zhang Xiajing smiled happily, his eyes shining.
When he met Jiang Ming's gaze, his eyes became even more passionate.
"Mr. Xiajing?" Jiang Ming glanced at Zhang Xiajing and looked at him strangely. "Mr. Xiajing, did King Xiaguo invite me?"
"No. I, Zhang Xiajing, wanted to invite you."
Zhang Xiajing's enthusiasm soared, and Jiang Ming felt uncomfortable.