The man's voice carried a trace of indifference, as if he was merely saying something in passing, his tone not particularly loud, yet his words held an intangible threat and presence.
The young man opposite was dressed not in an ordinary fashion, clearly recognizable as a scion of a wealthy family, followed by several peers who also looked to be from the same affluent background.
Upon hearing Lu Jingchen's words, the young man's expression turned very sour. It's understandable, after all, nobody would be pleased to hear such remarks, especially when the goddess within reach was about to leave with him, and suddenly an unknown man appears, implying if he simply obeyed and left, how could he still call himself a man?
This provoked the young man's temper immediately, but just as he was about to speak, another young man beside him, who looked somewhat anxious, quickly came forward and tugged at his arm. He then leaned close and whispered something in his ear.
