As soon as he spoke, all the males present fell silent.
Are you kidding? Who in the Upper City District didn't know Jiang Youchen?
That introduction, combined with the young man's cold and imposing gaze, was a clear warning.
The male who had been the most aggressive in trying to get her to drink immediately shut up, forcing a laugh. "Who here doesn't know you? Marshal, please don't be angry. We were just congratulating Qingli—"
"Qingli?" Jiang Youchen repeated the intimate form of address, then looked at the girl by his side. "Are you two close?"
Jiang Qingli deliberately didn't answer. She looked at the man who had been pushing drinks on her and tilted her head in confusion. "Are we close?"
None of them dared to make a sound.
Zheng Meng had never met Jiang Youchen, so he didn't understand what everyone else was so scared of. He flashed a smile at Jiang Qingli. "We may not be close now, but if we see each other more often, we will be soon!"
