The young masters in the private box showed no interest in the dance performed by Chu Siyao and Xia Yiwan.
One of them said, "The A&M charity gala is really going downhill, resorting to auctioning off two dances just to squeeze out more charitable funds."
"Auctioning two dances is bad enough, but they should at least bring in famous and influential young ladies or stunning beauties, right?"
"Chu Siyao's family background is just barely passable, but she lacks in looks. As for the other one, a nouveau riche's daughter, she doesn't even qualify as a socialite. Even if she has some beauty, nobody would pay to dance with her, would they?"
"Who would be that fucking stupid?"
Yanxi downed the liquid in his glass in one gulp, then smashed the glass towards that young master.
The guy jumped in fright.
"Brother Yan, what did I say wrong?"
Yanxi raised an eyebrow, "Who are you calling a fucking idiot?"
Young Master, "I wasn't talking about you!"
