Mr. Sima appeared to be someone with a rather volatile temper, his face was already flushed with anger.
"Alright old pal," Mr. Ouyang glanced at him and softly persuaded, "Calm down, take a moment to relax."
"How do you expect me to relax?" Mr. Sima pointed at the invitation Ouyang Kangshi had placed on the table: "They want to gut us, how am I supposed to stay calm?"
However, after gulping down several large mouthfuls of tea, Mr. Sima's breathing slowly steadied, and Sima Ruyun, sitting beside him, quickly picked up the teapot to refill his cup.
"Still, for the Duan Family to do this, I think they are daydreaming," Mr. Sima said, shaking his head after he had collected himself.
"Daydreaming?" Mr. Ouyang let out a cold laugh: "Didn't they already send the invitations? With things already escalated to this point, do you think the Duan Family has any room for regret?"