Ji Cიცen arrived late, his eyes icy and his handsome features unreadable. His gaze was full of blades as he looked at Yuan Ming.
"Young Master Ji, long time no see." Yuan Ming naturally recognized Ji Cიცen. After all, he had been the star of that lavish birthday banquet a while ago, a spectacle that had left Yuan Ming seething for a long time.
"Do we know each other?"
Ji Cიცen spared him no dignity. Seeing Shen Yu standing there blankly as though frightened, his tone grew even more sarcastic.
"My name is Yuan Ming. My father is Yuan Huhai." A trace of embarrassment appeared on Yuan Ming's face, but he could not afford to offend Ji Cიცen. He could only force a smile and explain, "We met briefly at the last banquet."
In truth, Ji Cიცen had merely made a polite round of toasts, pausing before each person for half a second as a sign of respect.
"Really? Why don't I remember?" Ji Cიცen shielded his little deskmate behind him, his tone growing colder. Only after Shen Yu poked him in the back did he resume the demeanor of a young gentleman from a distinguished family.
"You don't have to mock me like this, Young Master Ji." Yuan Ming's goal was to find partners, and even the best composure could not withstand being mocked repeatedly.
"Which part was mockery?" Ji Cიცen laughed in anger at the counteraccusation, especially when Yuan Ming even looked as though he was entirely justified. He could not help taking Shen Yu's hand, his slightly raised brows conveying disdain.
"Or do you mean this: who the hell do you think you are?"
"Don't go too far!" In full view of everyone, Yuan Ming abruptly raised his voice. He was betting that Ji Cიცen would not