A Man from Heaven Walks From the Painting, and Xu Bastard Is Drank Out of Three Cups (2)

The sickly young master sneered, looked around and said coldly.

"Is this how the Yougui Pavilion treats its guests?"

"Is this the level of the Ten High Nobles?"

"Then it seems that this uninvited guest from the Eastern Region is too intrusive. I am not equal to your Yougui Pavilion's standards. This money can be used to feed the dogs... Everyone, let's go."

The sickly young master swung his sleeves and left with his guard.

When the people around heard this, they immediately started a discussion.

From the looks of it, the Yougui Pavilion had indeed been unfair.

If Xu Gusheng didn't have that bodyguard to protect him, he would have suffered a double loss.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master Xu!"

Yingying, Qiao'er, and the others were anxious.

This sickly young master's prestige was too high. If word got out, no one would dare to come to the Yougui Pavilion again.