Titus Zane's lack of response was the most direct form of skepticism. Watching the scion, the corners of his lips slightly upturned, even the act of bringing the wine glass to his lips seemed playfully mocking. Then he saw the young master leaning close to his face, and as Titus slightly lowered his gaze, he met his animated, expressive face.
"I am not going to hide it from you," the scion slapped his chest, "I'll have you know I'm a genuine red third-generation, my grandfather is a high-ranking official in the Military District!"
In that mocking gaze, Titus had already drunk most of the glass of red wine. Placing the half-empty glass on the bar, he said as he hopped off the barstool, "And I'll tell you, my maternal grandfather is a commander in the military!"
After saying that, clutching her delicate purse and walking towards the exit of the bar in high heels.
A casual comment, later, would be taken seriously by someone with an agenda.
