“Ming Han. Juishi Feng. I see you two have become good friends,” Father greeted them.
Ming Han grinned as he slapped Juishi Feng on the back. “Of course, we are! My son is marrying his daughter, after all. You seem jealous. Gya ha ha! Don’t worry. If you let Wu Meiying wed my son, we’ll be this close too!”
“I’ll pass.”
While it seemed almost like the words had been thrown out callously, Wu Jian knew enough now to understand that Ming Han was a lot more cunning than he let on. He easily dropped the subject of marriage and instead engaged the other two clan leaders in talk of the tournament.