Qin Ci pressed his lips together, his face expressionless.
His fingers tightened slightly around his wineglass. To his surprise, Xie Zhitan could sense the hurt in Qin Ci's eyes.
His lashes trembled as though he had been stung, and he looked away.
The anger lodged in Qin Ci's chest refused to settle or escape.
Several burly security guards in black even drew guns and aimed them at him.
Qin Ci raised both hands and said coldly,
"Don't worry. This man was trying to steal something of mine. I was just teaching him a lesson. Put everyone's bill today on my card, including his medical expenses."
To these members of high society, his behavior was crude and utterly lacking in manners.
He was probably some nouveau riche upstart who had come here to throw his weight around.
Humiliated, Jack shouted, "I'm calling the police!"
Qin Ci glanced down at him, then casually scanned the room.
When he spotted a vaguely familiar figure in a corner, he suddenly called out, "Mr. Jones, haven't you finished that drink yet?"
The man this upstart had called out to was actually Fog City's star lawyer, Dill Jones?
Jack looked bewildered. He had no idea why everyone around him reacted differently at the sight of that smiling young blond man.
Watching Dill Jones interact with Qin Ci, Xie Zhitan gave an almost imperceptible frown.
After that first glance, Qin Ci never spared Jack another look.
Everyone in the restaurant was shrewd. Before long, they noticed that, aside from exchanging a few words with Jones, Qin Ci had kept his attention on Xie Zhitan the entire time.
So it was a lovers' rivalry.
The indifferent elites soon looked away. The waitstaff moved quickly, replacing the table, chairs, and even the food.
After Dill Jones spent some time