Argument

Argument

Wang Feifan gritted his teeth.

Though they had not kissed, Fan Jingfeng had closed her eyes.

Wasn't that a form of compromise?

Wang Feifan was immensely disappointed.

It felt as though he had been cuckolded.

Ding! Wang Feifan's rage surged. Points +100000

When Shen Wuxiao removed his mask, he immediately drew the entire venue's attention.

Everyone was looking this way.

Quite a few people envied Fan Jingfeng for having the chance to drink wine Shen Wuxiao had already drunk.

That was an indirect kiss.

Shen Wuxiao had even taken the initiative to feed her.

They were jealous.

Was this the Cinderella and Prince Charming from a fairy tale?

Fan Jingfeng herself was at a loss.

She knew perfectly well that things were not as they appeared.

Shen Wuxiao did not look at her again. Instead, he crossed one leg over the other, looked at the furious Wang Feifan, and asked.

"What is your relationship with her? Friends, or lovers?"

"Why are you so angry when I talk to her? Could it be you're her simp?"

Wang Feifan was fearless in his heart, so naturally, he was not afraid of Shen Wuxiao.

"What relationship I have with her is none of your business."

"Even if I really am her simp, so what?"

When the others heard Wang Feifan dare to speak like that, they immediately stepped forward.

"You're simply seeking death. Do you know who you're talking to?"

Wang Feifan slammed the table.

He had had enough.

Today, he would engage the scholars in a battle of tongues.

"What's so great about you people? Aren't you just a bunch of second-generation heirs living off family connections and waiting to die?"

"What right do you have to look down on others? What right do you have to judge and