The two sang in harmony.
Zhang Ruoting played the part of the red face, while Jie Feihuan took on the white face. Anyone who wasn't a fool could see—it wasn't just Zhang Ruoting, Jie Feihuan was also mocking Fang Yi.
And it didn't stop there...
Jie Feihuan glanced at Fang Yi, smiling slightly, and said, "Mr. Fang Xiaotian, although you and I are strangers, I must say a few words. You're rather arrogant, aren't you? You do understand the virtue of humility, right?"
This was an open challenge.
Fang Yi couldn't help but glance at Li Yinong next to him, sighing inwardly. A beauty is indeed a curse; just because of Li Yinong today, he had attracted so much jealousy.
However, it wasn't Li Yinong's fault—she couldn't be blamed for being beautiful and stunning.
Fang Yi crossed his legs, rested a hand on the table, tapped his fingers rhythmically, and looked up, meeting Jie Feihuan's gaze.
