The black-haired boy's voice was not loud, but it carried clearly through the entire hall.
Ziyang's chopsticks stopped in midair. He raised his head, his gaze landing on the young man's face. He was neither hurried nor agitated, merely watching quietly.
Na'er stopped moving as well, setting the crab leg in her hand on the edge of her plate. Her eyelids lifted, and her eyes shifted from lazy to something sharper.
The two of them looked up at the same time, toward the arrogant young man by the entrance.
The young man seemed to sense their gazes. His eyes turned toward them, lingering briefly on both Ziyang's and Na'er's faces.
"You two have a problem? I'm talking about you!"
Gu Yue paused while picking up food. She lifted her eyes at the young man, then glanced at Ziyang and Na'er. She sensed that something was wrong—there was malice in the air.
Ziyang set down his chopsticks and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. His movements were unhurried, as though he were completing some ritual. Then he looked up at the young man, his tone flat and devoid of emotion.
"Ugly freaks? I thought you were about to offer some golden advice. Turns out you were introducing yourself."
"Isn't that obvious? That phrase is written all over your face."
Na'er followed up seamlessly. Propping up her chin, she tilted her head and examined the young man, the corner of her lips curling upward. "Don't say that. At least he knows how to use idioms. It's quite fitting when applied to himself."
The black-haired boy's face began reddening from his neck, the flush spreading all the way to his ears. Even his temples turned pink. He opened his mouth as though he wanted to retort, but could not find