"Young Master Han, this is Young Master Zhao, he's my friend. He, he was just joking with you."
Joking? Since when is this considered a joke? Haven't you seen my face is already swollen like this? You can't just brush it off with the word 'joke', where does my dignity go?
Though he felt all kinds of displeasure inside, Han Ling still managed to laugh: "Oh, oh, so it's Young Master Zhao? I've heard so much about you. Any friend of Shuanger is a friend of mine, Han Ling. My apologies."
Shuanger?
Zhao Hongyan's brow furrowed slightly. Was that idiot even allowed to call her Shuanger?
Lin Shuang was also somewhat displeased. She and Han Ling weren't close enough to call each other by their nicknames, right?
"Young Master Han..."
"Oh, right, I wasn't finished earlier. Doesn't Young Master Han want to hear why I stopped you today?"
