Hearing Zhu Kun's words, Chen Xuan felt a moment of astonishment.
No good deed goes unpunished; ulterior motives are always at play.
He certainly didn't believe that someone like Zhu Kun would kindly offer up his first-class seat out of the goodness of his heart—it was obvious he was up to no good.
"No need, I'm fine here. I don't want to go anywhere," Chen Xuan declined without any courtesy.
Zhu Kun had thought that as soon as Chen Xuan heard he could enter first class, he would agree without a second thought. The rejection caught Zhu Kun by surprise.
With malice brewing in his heart, Zhu Kun could hardly wait to see Chen Xuan cross that tattooed young man, but now Chen Xuan was not taking the bait—what was Zhu Kun to do?
