This group of people chattering and mocking ironically made Yan Silong feel guilty. His position could fool average people, but when truly confronted with tough ones, it proved ineffective, especially when the other party's tone was so commanding.
But young people love to brag, so Yan Silong shook his head, frowned, and stared at them.
He shouldn't be so unlucky to bump into a bunch of Second Generation Officials and Rich Second Generation people going out.
Yueyang listened and felt like he wanted to kneel immediately. Great, it's not just one of them; it looks like there's a bunch.
Well, not only am I unlucky, but I've also dragged a bunch of friends down with me.
As things developed to this point, Yueyang was already powerless to stop it. Now, whatever he did seemed wrong. If he stopped Yan Silong and the others, it would make his friends think he was scared. But earlier, he almost resigned himself to kneeling, wanting to regain his stance was also difficult now.
