Young Master Yang's protection not only failed to win Wang Zhong's loyalty but instead made Wang Zhong secretly despise and ridicule him. Even now, Wang Zhong was cursing Young Master Yang in his heart, calling him an idiot.

Su Yuan was saved by Qin Fang, and now Qin Fang was showing up with her, which meant his background was definitely not simple, unlike what Young Master Yang had guessed—an ordinary nouveau riche…

Wang Zhong was quite wary of Qin Fang. With Young Master Yang standing up for him, he could take the opportunity to slip away.

"Young Master Yang, I'll be back in a moment..."

In front of Qin Fang, Wang Zhong, crouching here, wasn't really committed. Since Young Master Yang was blocking for him, Wang Zhong immediately said respectfully and prepared to make a swift escape.

But just as he stepped forward, intending to slip through the crowd, he suddenly found an extremely burly figure blocking his path.

Wang Zhong almost instinctively tried to go around, but the figure shadowed his every move. With each step he took, the figure matched it, always staying in front of him.

This scene instantly dumbfounded Wang Zhong. He recognized the fierce-looking fellow in front of him as the cold-faced bodyguard standing behind Qin Fang.

Wang Zhong didn't dare to lay a hand on such a person; it would be no different from courting death.

"Young Master Yang..."

But clearly, Wang Zhong was not the type to give up easily. He immediately turned his head and pitifully called out to Young Master Yang, looking extremely forlorn.

"Young Master Qin, what do you mean by this?"

Young Master Yang's face changed instantly. Someone from Qin Fang's side actively blocking his own people was a significant loss of face for him. Everyone in these parts knew that Di Hao was his territory, and guests were supposed to show him some respect, but Qin Fang's act was a blatant slap in the face.

"No particular meaning!"

Qin Fang, however, appeared indifferent and straight-up took the bottle of Hennessy Richard that Young Master Yang had brought over, uncorked it, and poured himself a glass without even the pretense of courtesy.

"You see, I like making friends... If someone is my friend, they need to give me face. But if they don't, I won't give it to them either!"

Young Master Yang was sticking his neck out for Wang Zhong, and Qin Fang knew that unless he subdued Young Master Yang first, dealing with Wang Zhong would be a hassle. He simply decided to subdue him first.

"Is that so? It seems Young Master Qin's face is rather significant! May I ask..."

Young Master Yang couldn't help but sneer. He was a man of Capital City, and although he wasn't of very high status, he still knew the major playboys around. The surname Qin was relatively uncommon, and even less so among the playboys. He couldn't think of any influential person with the surname Qin who would dare pull such a stunt here.

Of course, there was another possibility: that Qin Fang made up his surname on the spot... But that was highly unlikely. The playboys who came out to make a name for themselves wouldn't dare to use a fake name, especially not in such a high-profile way.

This was why Young Master Yang didn't plan to be too polite with Qin Fang. Though he stopped short of turning hostile, his tone was already severely constrained and on the verge of erupting.

"I dare not admit it. I, Qin, am just a nobody who came from out of town... I came here today because I find this gentleman familiar and wanted to make friends with him, but... to not give me face, tsk tsk, that truly upsets me!"

Qin Fang's expression remained calm, and at that moment, Chen Gang, having caught Qin Fang's signal, slightly waved his hand. Wang Zhong, like a marionette, obediently took a seat across from Qin Fang and next to Young Master Yang.

Su Yuan, sitting next to Qin Fang, stared at Wang Zhong with eyes that seemed ready to shoot fire. This seemingly loyal and good man was the culprit behind her mother's suicide—how could she not hate him?

As for Wang Zhong, he had lost his composure at this point. Qin Fang's assertiveness made him disregard Young Master Yang's pride; it was clear that he was there to stand up for Su Yuan. Slipping away quietly was no longer an option, with the man standing like a tower in front of him, seemingly ready to end his life with the slightest movement.

"Young Master Yang..."

Being left to his fate wasn't Wang Zhong's style. He was a con artist, skilled in smooth talking and acting. In such a situation, smooth talking was useless—Qin Fang wouldn't believe him. The only thing he could use was his acting skills to get Young Master Yang to stand up for him, or at least create a chaotic scene for him to escape.

Young Master Yang's face looked extremely unpleasant. Qin Fang's dominance left him feeling suppressed and humiliated, while also prompting him to feel something was amiss, wondering if he had misjudged the situation.

But when Wang Zhong suddenly pulled such a move, Young Master Yang's internal anger rose uncontrollably.

And as for Qin Fang,

he casually picked up the glass full of Hennessy and drank it relaxedly, looking utterly at ease as if he owned the place.

But then...

Splutter~~~

He had been better off not drinking. As soon as the liquor went down, Qin Fang couldn't help but violently spit it out. And right across from him was none other than Wang Zhong, while Young Master Yang was only slightly splashed.

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