Lin Hai left with Ruoshuang.
Dong Jiuxiang and Young Master Ling looked at each other in bewilderment.
That guy, who they originally looked down upon, seemed to have been too lazy to give them a proper glance from beginning to end.
There was no arguing, no fighting; even after Zhang Yang arrived, he didn't take the chance to strike at them, yet for some reason, this feeling was even more unbearable than being beaten up.
It felt even worse to be ignored than to be despised.
"What exactly is the identity of that man?" Dong Jiuxiang was still astonished and muttered to Young Master Ling.
"I don't know, but to be treated like that by Young Master Zhang, he must be someone even more formidable than the seven of us playboys."
"Such a person... must be a super influential young master from Yanjing."
