Feeling confident that victory was in his grasp, the Old Master of the Su Family relaxed and his mind started working overtime. He leisurely said to Zheng Zhijun, "Mr. Zheng, today is a great day of joy as my two granddaughters are getting married. Since you are here, you must have a cup of celebratory wine later."
Zheng Zhijun, looking at the two people on the ground, flatly said, "That won't be necessary, I will be returning soon."
"Isn't that a bit hasty? Since you are already here, not even having a cup of wedding wine would seem quite impolite on my part."
Although the Old Master of the Su Family seemed casual, his eyes were fixed on Zheng Zhijun; he was eager to know Zheng Zhijun's true intentions.
Zheng Zhijun turned his head to look at the Old Master of the Su Family and said, "Even if you win, that celebratory drink won't mean much, will it? To think that two fine girls are about to marry... Such a waste of heaven's gifts. You, as their grandfather, are truly ruthless."