"Are you insulting me?" Ma Ningyuan's expression changed instantly; he realized Fatty Qi's words were a veiled mockery.
"What do you think?" Fatty Qi retorted, his tone even more disdainful.
"Why bother with him?" Unwilling to waste another moment on Ma Ningyuan, Qin Lin took Lin Qingyue's delicate hand in front of everyone. "Let's go."
"Mhm." Knowing that Qin Lin had been invited by Su Qian, Lin Qingyue didn't resist. After a soft hmph, she let Qin Lin lead her away by the hand.
"Bastard!" Ma Ningyuan stood frozen, about to explode with rage. He watched Qin Lin's back as he led Lin Qingyue away, his face livid.
"This banquet is over."
BANG!
After smashing his champagne glass on the floor, Ma Ningyuan stormed out of the banquet hall in disgrace.
