"I'm sorry, but I don't recognize your young master here," Shen Wanjun politely apologized and gracefully stood up, leaving.
Upon hearing this, the heads of the wealthy families behind him also began sneering, expressing their displeasure.
"Huh, who is this Ye Wenhui? Do you know him?"
"I agree. Who does he think he is, thinking we came out of respect for him?"
"Nowadays, anyone would use Mr. Shen's name to deceive people. These people are shameless."
Boom!
Does Ye Wenhui really not know Shen Wanjun? But how is that possible? Who invited Shen Wanjun, then?!
The Ye family members were shocked and suddenly became the center of discussion, feeling utterly humiliated.
Ye Wenhui buried his head even further, wishing he could find a hole to hide in, like an ostrich.
On the other hand, Ye Rongcheng glared at his grandson, indicating that he would settle the score with him later.
Then, with a forced expression, he said to Shen Wanjun, "Mr. Shen, I apologize for the abruptness. Please, take a seat."
The Xue couple quickly added, "Yes, Mr. Shen, have a seat. We've prepared this spot especially for you."
They gestured to the seat right in the center. Undoubtedly, the seat was reserved for the most distinguished and highest-status individual in the room. However, Shen Wanjun shook his head, intriguingly saying, "No, thank you. I'm not yet qualified to take that seat."
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