Huangfu Jingchen said indifferently, "Men and women should maintain decorum. Miss Sang's enthusiasm is too much for me to handle!"
This remark angered the four followers of Master Lu. Their young lady had family background and looks; who was this pretty boy that didn't appreciate it?
Master Lu immediately shouted, "Kid, you'd better be polite. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
Huangfu Jingchen replied curiously, "I'm abiding by propriety and respect; how is that being impolite?"
Master Lu was taken aback. How should he respond to this?
But Sang Xuewei turned to glare at Master Lu, "Why are you shouting, Uncle Master? Did you scare him?" She turned her head again and spoke earnestly, "Brother Huang Zheng, are you hurt? Thank you for saving me; from now on, your matters are my matters!"
The four followers of Master Lu were taken aback. Was it this pretty boy who saved their young lady?
Had they been too impolite earlier?
