The reception disciple's legs went weak with fright when Huang Xiaolong asked for his manager to come out, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but upon meeting Huang Xiaolong's cold gaze, he obediently shut his mouth and turned to summon the Trading House manager.
The crowd in the hall, which had been enjoying the spectacle, fell silent.
This dark-haired young man actually possesses a Supreme VIP Card from Qinghai Trading House?!
Everybody present fully understood the significance of a Qinghai Trading House Supreme VIP Card.
Before long, the reception disciple who had earlier left returned, trailing behind a vigorously dressed middle-aged man. Huang Xiaolong recognized him. He was the same vigorously dressed middle-aged man Huang Xiaolong had encountered over a month ago when he bumped into Zhao Chen and Xie Hui.
