After muttering a few words of apology, Feng Haiyang left dejectedly.
A few minutes later, Feng Haiyang appeared in another utility room filled with drinks, where a group of youngsters were moving things around.
As the youngest son of the eldest uncle, Feng Haiyang naturally arranged all the menial tasks.
At this moment, a teenager about eighteen or nineteen years old approached: "Haiyang bro, didn't you call Zhan Yun over? He's pretty smart."
Another kid said disdainfully, "Smart? He's just putting on airs, that's all!"
Because Feng Haiyang's father was about to take over as Family Head, some of the seventeen and eighteen-year-olds regarded Feng Haiyang as the boss, clustering around him to suck up and give advice.
Feng Haiyang's expression was gloomy: "Everything was almost set, but Feng Ruoxue, for some reason, had to interfere! Damn it, she even made me apologize to Zhan Yun, such bad luck!"
