No one expected that Yang Zhen would just leave without considering his own face, as if Gan Bailin's sarcastic mockery had been directed at a rock.
Everyone was gawking at Yang Zhen, astonished beyond words, their feelings a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.
This situation... was unprecedented!
Under normal circumstances, an individual wouldn't easily tolerate such ridicule, even if it was just a single derogatory remark or a provocative glance. But Yang Zhen, despite the mockery he experienced, didn't express any anger. On the contrary, he even gave Gan Bailin a smile.
Could it be that Yang Zhen was a fool? Couldn't he see that everyone present was ridiculing him?
As everyone watched Yang Zhen about to leave, a crisp voice rang out: "Young Master Yang, hold on!"
Upon hearing this voice, everyone went on guard, quickly refocusing and adopting polite facial expressions.
