"Infatuated?" Qi Jingrong let out a small laugh. "Then what about my eighth brother?"
Shen Wanyin's body immediately shook like a sieve.
"Second Master Shen, do you think we're all fools, or what?" Qi Jingrong's face darkened.
Shen Wanyin could only kowtow to admit his fault, his forehead bleeding from it.
"Second Master Shen, please stand up…" Qi Jingrong played with the tea cup lid in his hand, his tone indifferent, but his intent was indisputable.
Shen Wanyin hastily ceased his kowtowing, expressed his gratitude, and then stood up with the butler's support.
"Shouldn't the Shen Family also give this prince an explanation?" Qi Jingrong's eyebrows slightly raised, addressing the Shen Family rather than Shen Wanyin.
