"What did you say? You think too highly of yourself. You're alright-looking, but it's a waste since no one's looking at you anyway, and your mouth is foul to boot. You have zero upbringing," Ling Tianyang's eyes flashed with amusement.
Liu Qingcheng pointed at the door, finding it amusing. "Upbringing depends on who you're dealing with. Sorry, but when it comes to you lot, I've never had any. Out and close the door, thanks."
They felt it inappropriate to make a move in front of the three little ones, and they didn't want to make a scene tonight; these were just three ignorant rich second-generation heirs.
"There are only two of you women, plus kids. You'd better think carefully," Yi Xinren hooked the corner of his mouth.
The little one sneaked over to play music, continuing the hype song from earlier, completely ignoring them.
"Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers..."
The little one played the wrong track and switched to the next one. Beibei picked up the mic and immediately started singing.
The suddenly blaring music startled the three young men, and then their eyes filled with displeasure.
"Are you all rebelling? Turn it off," Yi Xinren shouted at the top of his lungs.
Beibei rolled her eyes at him and even threw a wine glass from the table at his face. The latter dodged with a flash, though he still looked furious.
Just as An Qing was about to make a move, the private room door opened. Ling Tianyang walked in with Lin Qiuyan and his second wife, Zhang Jiahui, followed by the fun-loving Ling Xiaoyu and Ling Xiaoyu.
"Who are you?" Ling Tianyang's solemn voice rang out. One look at the three youths across from them told him they were no good birds.
"You..."
Yi Xinren looked back and was