"Oh?" Kang Luo's gaze turned somewhat cold. This brat really didn't know when to back down.
"Big Brother, he's making you lose face," said another short, stocky youth beside him in a simple-minded tone. Kang Luo nearly exploded when he turned his head. If this idiot's father hadn't been an adviser to his family, there was no way he'd be standing at Kang Luo's side. How had such a shrewd father produced such an idiot?
Several people nearby secretly covered their mouths, wanting to laugh, but no one dared make a sound out of consideration for Kang Luo's pride. That only made Kang Luo's expression worsen.
"What kind of place is this? Look at yourself—are you even qualified to come in?" Kang Luo's tone was no longer polite. He directly ignored Fatty's words. What qualifications could someone wearing a shop clerk's uniform possibly have to enter?
Fatty immediately wanted to argue, but Mu Fan stopped him with a look. He could tell that Fatty's status among this group probably wasn't very high. For example, this person in front of them could completely disregard Fatty's dignity, even though Fatty was the host.
In their calm stare-down, Mu Fan's quiet yet clear voice reached the ears of everyone nearby. "Then what? Do I know you? Or is this banquet being held by your family?"
Creak. The short, stocky youth beside them heard Kang Luo clench his fists. He shrank his neck and quietly slipped away. This idiot was all too familiar with what Kang Luo was like when he was in a bad mood. He was obviously in a bad mood! Better stay far away.
"Brat, do you know who you're talking to?" Kang Luo suddenly smiled, but the chill in his voice made some of the nearby onlookers instinctively move away.