"Are you talking to me?"
Ye Xuan held a glass of red wine, turned around, and wore a faint smile on his face, clearly not taking Brother Sen seriously, and lightly asked.
"Is there anyone else here?"
Brother Sen looked down from above, gazing at Ye Xuan, and said indifferently.
The disdain Ye Xuan showed while speaking to him made Brother Sen very annoyed, wanting to crush Ye Xuan underfoot immediately.
Ye Xuan's gaze was contemptuous, and his tone was full of scorn, obviously belittling him.
"Heh, are you looking for me for something?"
Ye Xuan squinted and smiled slightly, making his smile appear very sinister, and asked.
"Is it necessary for a young man to speak so arrogantly?"
Brother Sen sneered coldly.
"When someone without resources speaks this way, it's called arrogance. But when someone with resources speaks this way, it's called passion."
Ye Xuan grinned, finished his red wine, coldly stared at Brother Sen, and continued, "What do you think?"
