Yan Rusheng blinked, a face of gentleness. "I have no other meaning. I'm congratulating you from the bottom of my heart. With singlehood comes freedom."
Zhao Zheng snorted. "So you're wishing to return to singlehood as well?"
He glanced at Xuxu, who stood behind Yan Rusheng, and clenched his fists.
Yan Rusheng's smile turned cold. His voice was cold as he said, "Zhao Zheng, are we on the same level?"
His disdain was clear as day.
Xuxu didn't dare—she was too embarrassed—to look at Zhao Zheng. It was too awkward.
Zhao Zheng couldn't maintain his cool when Yan Rusheng ridiculed him. Frustrated, he glanced at Xuxu before looking at Yan Rusheng's smug and arrogant expression. He spurted, "Yan Rusheng, do you think you're a big shot just because you're filthy rich?"
Xuxu was speechless. That statement was far from ridicule and contempt.
Yan Rusheng would surely reply with 'Yes, I do indeed.'
