Xu Neng was laughing out loudly, and his mood was instantly lightened. His words were actually for the Shangguan Clan, and he couldn’t help but speak with a happy tone.
Within private room number three, Jiang Chen was calmly sitting on the rattan chair. He didn’t want any conflict to arise with the Shangguan Clan. He could let go of anything else, but not this Crystalized Arctic Ice Silkworm.