Qin Mu was subjected to a barrage of sarcasm, and he burst out angrily, "I am the second young master of the Qin Family!"
"Qin Family?" Ouyang Yi's lips curled into a malicious smile as he turned to ask Su Xingyu, "Which Qin Family?"
Acting as if no one was around, Qin Mu was infuriated and coldly told Ouyang Yi, "Don't mistake ignorance for amusement. If you haven't even heard of Qin Bag, how clueless can you be? Just a model, yet you really think you're an elite!"
Ouyang Yi glanced at him lazily, straightened up leisurely, "Sorry, but I've never heard of it. Has your handbag brand ever been on New York Fifth Avenue or Paris Fashion Week? Does such a minor brand need to enter my ears? Anyway, even with money, it won't pass my agent's threshold."
"Ouyang." Su Xingyu found his words a bit harsh.
Ouyang Yi changed his mocking demeanor toward Qin Mu and smiled at Su Xingyu, "What can I do for you, beautiful lady?"
