Wearing a gentle and honest smile on his face.
Knowing the truth, Li Che did not utter a word.
Nie Yang, cold and detached, laid out the finely packed food and drinks from the best tavern in Dao City on the table.
Everyone drink and ate, their toasts crisscrossing over one another.
After three rounds of drinks, Li Che watched Xi Xi fighting over chicken legs with Yellow Sword Wine and his eyes flickered slightly as he raised a toast to Jiao Shaoqiu.
"Elder Jiao, what do you know about the Su Family?"
Li Che asked.
Yellow Sword Wine, who was battling with Xi Xi for the chicken leg, suddenly raised his head, let go of the leg, which caught Xi Xi off guard with a back-lean, and then triumphantly nibbled on the leg.
Jiao Shaoqiu glanced at Yellow Sword Wine, then clinked cups with Li Che: "Why the sudden interest in the Su Family?"
"Dao City's top noble family, a name I have long heard of," Li Che said warmly.
