As one of the top young masters in Northern Mountain City, what mattered most in Gao Yuan's circle? Two words: face! It was his own preconceived notion, of course. He assumed the young hostess wanted to get close to him, yet she had the audacity to publicly reject him in front of everyone.
Wasn't this a blatant slap to his face? To put it harshly, it was outright contempt. His expression instantly darkened. "Young Master Zhang," he said indifferently, "it seems I was getting ahead of myself. Miss Guan apparently has no intention of getting to know me!"
"It certainly seems that way," Zhang Xuanfeng added fuel to the fire, staring at Chen Fei with a sinister, mocking smile. "Young Master Gao, it looks like your reputation doesn't count for much anymore! Even a mere hostess dares to shut you down so publicly. If it were me, she might have pinned me down and slapped me a few times, eh?"
