The atmosphere in the room was heavy. Everyone was glaring at Ning Jiang, and even the old patriarch, Ning Shoujing, wore a grim expression.
Anyone walking into such an atmosphere would feel a heavy, oppressive weight.
Ning Jiang remained calm and composed, his tone casual. "What disgrace?"
Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, the anger in Ning Feng's eyes flared. "It's all your fault! You don't know what's good for you. You offended Song Mu'Er, and because of that, Song Ziwen kicked us out of the party. Tell me, isn't this your fault!"
"What does that have to do with me?" Ning Jiang said coolly.
'Song Ziwen is clever. He probably found out that I'm not on good terms with Ning Feng and the others, so he kicked them out.'
'It's understandable that he'd do that to get on my good side, but what does it have to do with me?'
'I never told Song Ziwen to do it!'
"What does it have to do with you?"
