Inside Jinling Manor, two figures wandered among the desserts, eating and laughing in easy harmony.
Before long, however, they noticed something was wrong.
The bustling hall of Jinling Manor had suddenly fallen unusually quiet, as though everyone had tacitly agreed to stop talking.
Even more startling, every gaze was fixed on the staircase.
Jun Wangchen followed their gazes. When he recognized the man standing there, he felt a headache coming on.
It was none other than the Wei Family's eldest young master—Wei Caijun!
The wealthy young men stepped aside wherever Wei Caijun passed, terrified of provoking this menace.
Within a few strides, Wei Caijun reached Jun Wangchen and Zi Hanyan.
"Good evening, Hanyan!"
Zi Hanyan clearly hadn't expected Wei Caijun to attend this social mixer, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
Jun Wangchen's eyes shifted as he continued eating his pastry and said with a smile, "Well, if it isn't the Wei Family's eldest young master. Long time no see. I haven't seen you since that basketball game. I thought the shock might have sent you on a hunger strike, but you don't look nearly as bad as I imagined."
Ever since Wei Caijun had maliciously targeted his buddy and slandered him on the basketball court, Jun Wangchen had felt nothing but contempt for this two-faced hypocrite. His words carried a heavy dose of sarcasm.
A cold glint flashed through Wei Caijun's eyes. He stared at Jun Wangchen and sneered, "I wondered who that fly buzzing around Hanyan was. So it's you. To think a stray dog in mink could sneak into such an upscale venue. What a surprise."
"Hahaha, you flatter me, Young Master Wei. At least a stray dog has some backbone. A lapdog is another story." Jun Wangchen took a bite of his