Seemingly noticing everyone's gazes, Shen Jianfeng tossed his cup onto the table, grabbed a wine jug, and headed for the door.
As he walked, he slurred, "Whether I lost or not is none of your damn business. A word of advice: stop throwing the word 'trash' around, or you might end up even worse off than trash... HIC... and regret it for the rest of your lives."
"Hahaha, look at Shen Jianfeng! The rumors must be true. In that case, congratulations are in order for the Shen Family. You've produced another piece of trash... oh, my mistake, I meant a *genius*..." Xu Ping roared with laughter.
"Xu Ping, don't get too arrogant!" Shen Fengyun raged. "Whether Shen Jianfeng fell for a sneak attack by that piece of trash is still up for debate. The Shen Family has never even acknowledged him, so stop bringing him up all the time!"
