"Everyone on the ship is a noble, and I, a poor scholar, only have my 'Divine Power' worthy of mention. It's not that I'm unwilling, but truly, I have no face for it," Yi Chen said with a smile as he refused.
He didn't want to play with this group of brats at all.
"Eh, isn't Young Master Zhang looking down on me?"
"I, Ye Rusuang, never care about whether my friends are wealthy or influential, since none of them are as rich or powerful as I am. I simply look at whether we have a connection," Ye Rusuang said.
Yi Chen: "...."
Ye Rusuang's words involuntarily reminded him of a handsome guy from his past life. Unable to resist the man's persistent invitation, Yi Chen joined him in the rear cabin.
When he arrived, the expressions of the many young masters and ladies there varied: some remained unchanged, some scrutinized, some smiled, but none spoke out to mock him.
