C265 Singing!

Zhang Wenguang cradled his wine glass, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"Why not grace us with a song since you've joined our banquet?" suggested Zhang Wenguang.

There was a detectable sneer in Zhang Wenguang's voice, his state of mockery now at its zenith. Such was the measure of his influence.

In this moment, his face was a mask of scorn