Chen Fan looked at Zhao Cheng, who was furiously striding toward him, and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, the Zhao family has only recently gone bankrupt, yet you still have the mood to attend a party. It seems this matter hasn't affected you."
Zhao Cheng bristled with rage instantly, but he knew Chen Fan was provoking him. This was a Celestial Master's party; starting a fight would be suicidal, so he forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart.
"The Zhao family is merely experiencing a temporary slump. Once we adjust, we will rise again from the east. On the other hand, you, a lowlife, cling to Miss Su and embarrass yourself everywhere. Do you really think that by attending a few high-class parties you become a noble? You'll always be nothing more than a pretty boy living off a woman!" Zhao Cheng said with a face full of mockery. He didn't dare to start a physical altercation, and Chen Fan wouldn't dare either, so he wasn't worried that his verbal insults would lead to trouble.
