One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 1038 - G.o.dfather? A G.o.dson?

　　Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes at Yan Bang, and at the same time looked behind him, "Where's Xia Yihua? Why didn't you bring it with you? "

　　"He asked Baotou to go call him! It will be here shortly! "

　　Yan Bang's eyes inadvertently landed on Feng Xinglang's wrist, reached over to pick it up, as if he was a bit disappointed, "The watch I gave you, why are you not wearing it yet?"

　　"The design is too substandard, so it's lost!"

　　Feng Xinglang replied indifferently.

　　"Lost? "Can you not be so cold in my heart?"

　　Yan Bang's ferocious face was covered by a trace of rare loneliness.

　　Feng Xinglang stopped in his tracks, turned and looked at Yan Bang, and thought for a second or two.

　　"Let Baotou hold Xia Yihua down first. After I have chatted enough with him, get Baotou to bring him out!"

　　He thought that Feng Xinglang was ashamed of losing the watch that he gave to him, but did not expect Feng Xinglang to only care about his conversation with Xia Zhengyang.

　　Yan Bang slightly nodded his head, it could be considered that he agreed.

　　Xia Zhengyang had long since been waiting in front of the private room of Xuanyuan Hall and was eagerly waiting for Yan Bang to bring his son, Xia Yihua, to attend the banquet.

　　"President Yan... President Yan... For you to be able to honor me, I have truly been fortunate for three lifetimes. "

　　Xia Zhengyang respectfully extended his hand, but Yan Bang did not shake it.

　　"Clear it up: I, Yan Bang, reward Feng Xinglang for his face, not yours!"

　　This was exactly how Yan Bang did things. Most of the time, they would only do things according to their preferences.

　　"Haha, I, Xia, thank the President Feng as well!"

　　Xia Zhengyang's face did not hurt because of Yan Bang's lack of respect. As long as he could fish out his own son Xia Yihua, he could do anything he wanted.

　　"Where's my son, Xia Yihua?"

　　Actually, Xia Zhengyang had already noticed that his son Xia Yihua was not behind them from the beginning.

　　"Don't worry President Xia. Painting is my son, President Yan will ensure his safety." Baotou had already gone to call him! Let's go in and chat. "

　　Feng Xinglang first walked into the private room, leaving behind the anxious Xia Zhengyang who was standing at his original spot and stretching his head out to take a look.

　　After waiting for a while, and still not being able to find his son, Xia Zhengyang could only brace himself and go into the private room.

　　The room wasn't big, but it was more than enough for three or four people to eat.