Are they still arguing? No... it seems like there are other people... Zhao Dong pondered for a moment before deciding to stay and listen.
「Meanwhile, inside the private room.」
Ding Lan's delicate eyebrows were knitted together, her expression dark. Beside her, Zhang Shaowen was beaming, looking utterly smug.
Around them, seven or eight scions were feasting and drinking heavily, trading all sorts of lewd and vulgar jokes.
Zhang Shaowen scratched his head and chuckled. "Lan, don't look so grim. Smile a little!"
He glanced at the others and said proudly, "Everyone here is an influential scion from the Provincial City. I invited them out to introduce you to some powerful contacts. If you keep pulling a long face like that, you're making things difficult for me!"
Ding Lan's brows furrowed, her beautiful face a mask of icy indifference. "Young Master Zhang, don't you find their conversation disgusting?"
