Picking a Fight

Shen Ranxin's slap landed on his face even faster than his own.

The smack rang out loud and clear.

Everyone around them turned to look.

The slap had been extremely hard. The young man's face swelled up almost instantly. Before he could even scream, a glass of vodka was splashed straight into his face.

The high-proof liquid immediately ran into his eyes, making him shriek in pain.

"Custom-made. Must've been expensive, right?" Shen Ranxin crouched down and rubbed his leather shoe against the young man twice, wiping off the liquid. "Since you're going to pay for it anyway, wouldn't it be better to ruin it more thoroughly? What do you think?"

"Shen Ranxin!" the young man shouted at the top of his lungs. "Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?!"

Shen Ranxin raised a brow. "I don't know who you are, but it looks like you know who I am... So you came here specifically to cause trouble for me? Did Zhang Yu send you?"

As far as he remembered, the only person who had a grudge against him and could come up with such a brainless way to make trouble for him was Zhang Yu.

"You know I'm Sister Zhang's man, and you still dare treat me like this?" the man gritted out. "Let me tell you, the dating show slot in your hands is supposed to go to me!"

Shen Ranxin nodded. "Oh—so that's how it is. Your family must be pretty rich, spending ten million just to buy a guest slot on a dating show. How about this? You can spend some money to avert disaster today too. One million, and I'll let bygones be bygones. Deal?"

"In your dreams!" the man snorted coldly. "I won't give you a single