C28 A Wine Toast to the Disciples of the Family

The palpable aura of malice instantly caused Meng Yang's brow to furrow.

With a slight turn of his neck, his gaze locked onto Gao Yubo, who was lurking in the corner.

Their eyes met, and Meng Yang's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

His face bore an almost unmasked scorn, which made Gao Yubo clench his teeth in anger, veins bulging on his forehead, before he finally looked away