"Who spat on me?" After a long while, the young master in brocade finally recovered and pointed at the second floor, cursing furiously.
Tang Yan continued sipping his drink at ease.
"Was it you?" The young master in brocade pointed at a table near the stairs.
"No, no, it wasn't us!" The people there immediately waved their hands.
"Was it you?" The young master in brocade pointed at another table.
"No! Young master, you've got the wrong people."
After questioning several tables without anyone admitting it, the young master in brocade swept his gaze around. Everyone was too frightened to move, except for a man and woman who were still eating and drinking, paying him no heed whatsoever. He immediately pointed at Tang Yan and shouted, "Brat, were you the one who spat?"
Tang Yan and Zi Yun remained unmoved, chatting and laughing as though no one else were there.
The young master in brocade was already blazing with fury. Tang Yan's attitude only further fed the brutality within him.
Suddenly, the young master in brocade stared, his gaze settling on Zi Yun.
At first glance, she was alluring, but not garish, with an air of otherworldly refinement about her. Her purple clothes were noble and elegant, setting off her skin like white jade and making his heart pound.
"So you're deaf! You two, go up and drag that woman over here!" the young master in brocade ordered, pointing at Zi Yun.
"I spat just now. So it landed in your mouth. You really know how to cadge food and drink." A calm voice rang out just then, making the young master in brocade choke, his blood instantly surging.
"So it was you! Fuck your-"
Smack! Before he could finish, a crisp slap rang out. The remaining words were slapped