Zhou Wencheng froze, thinking he had misheard. After a long while, he let out a faint laugh.
"It's fine. It's not strange for young people to be a little proud."
He looked quite magnanimous, like an elder unwilling to hold things against a younger person.
He shifted his gaze away and simply stopped looking at Zhang Yang.
From afar, Zhou Xiaona watched Zhang Yang, her expression changing several times before she finally swallowed her anger.
"Zhang Yang, you're impressive. You didn't give them even a shred of face." Li Kaiguang leaned close to Zhang Yang and sighed quietly. "Actually, I feel the same way you do. That whole family of relatives from my younger aunt-by-marriage's side is way too full of themselves. They're particular about everything, and they just sit there waiting for others to toast them. What's more, everyone keeps fawning over them—especially my dad."
"Aren't you the same?" Zhang Yang looked at Li Kaiguang with amusement.
"I... I was just being polite. I wasn't fawning over him, okay?" Li Kaiguang defended himself. "Anyway, giving a toast won't cost you a piece of flesh. There's no need to give people something to talk about."
"So am I. If I want to give a toast, I'll do it willingly. If I don't want to, does it matter what others think of me or say about me behind my back?" Zhang Yang smiled, picked up his glass, and rose to walk toward another table.
The elders and aunts were seated at that table. As a junior, it was only proper for him to toast his own elders.
Naturally, he should.
Under the lights in the private room, Zhang Yang appeared even more refined and handsome, his bearing unmatched. His entire presence was as dazzling as a dragon among men.
The aunts