Song Zhixing's friend.
Couldn't drink.
Who was it?
Xu Shi's heart skipped several beats. He pinched his thigh hard and asked blankly, "Who is Song Zhixing's friend?"
"What's his name?"
"What does he look like?"
He asked each question distinctly.
His face was expressionless, but his insistent tone betrayed a trace of urgency.
Yet no one paid him any attention.
A mere assistant had rashly spoken up at a dinner like this, in an almost commanding tone, and had even dared to address Song Zhixing by name.
Assessing gazes settled on him.
Some swept up and down with distaste.
He was pretty, certainly, but unfortunately, like those other empty vases, he had no sense of propriety and couldn't be taken anywhere.
Xia Shian also realized he was losing face. He quickly reached out and grabbed Xu Shi's wrist, whispering, "Are you crazy? Who said you could speak?"
Xu Shi didn't care.
He turned to stare blankly at Xia Shian. "Who is it?"
Who was that friend of Song Zhixing's?
"How would I know?" Xia Shian was annoyed himself. "I haven't even met Song Zhixing."
His Xia family was, after all, prominent in Hong Kong City, and he had transferred from the branch in France. He hadn't expected Song Zhixing to show him so little respect.
He was about to explode with anger.
"..."
Xu Shi said nothing and shook off Xia Shian's hand.
He stared at the glass of wine in front of him. His dejected eyes were faintly reflected in the red liquid.
None of them would tell him.
Everyone looked down at him with those condescending gazes.
He wanted so badly to throw all the wine in their faces, then warn them fiercely-
Do you know who my husband is?!
At the thought, Xu Shi lowered his head