Silence!
The scene fell into complete silence, as if the atmosphere had frozen.
The wealthy kids who were toasting each other were stunned, and the hostesses who accompanied them covered their mouths in disbelief, their raised glasses frozen in mid-air.
Only the effeminate man sitting in the main seat had a smile of amusement.
"What? Say it again," he said.
The arrogant man's face turned extremely dark, and in a fit of rage, he slapped the waiter to the ground. In just a few moves, he tore Yun Muqing's check to shreds.
"This woman forced me to wear stockings and run in front of everyone; now she's throwing money at me?" One billion!"
"She really doesn't know his place. She's asking for death!"
The crowd couldn't help but tremble. This arrogant man's identity was extraordinary. He was the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, Jin Hui, the butler of the Nonamillennial.
This time, he and Nonamillennial's ninth son, Millie, came to Yenching to take over the Xiao Group's assets and expand the influence of the Martial Arts Alliance. They could be said to have come with a hall pass.
Outside, he was Nonamillennial's spokesperson and a close confidant of the emperor. Who would dare to provoke him?
Even in Yenching, a city full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, these wealthy kids, worth billions, had to smile and address him as "Master Jin."
And now they were humiliated and slapped in the face by a woman?
What's more, Jin Hui was here to run errands for Millie.
The effeminate man sitting in the main seat, who had remained silent all along, spoke up. He twirled a transparent ring on his fair palm and said with a smile,
"I've heard that the women in Yenching are virtuous and have strong principles. Today, it seems that the rumors are true."
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