Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, the people around couldn't help but burst out laughing. The word "cheap" was laden with wit, and everyone caught the playful undertone.
"You dare to call me cheap," Li Shuang bellowed angrily.
"Not at all! When did I ever say you were cheap? Could it be that you're well aware of your own cheapness?" Lin Chen replied with an innocent face.
"Pfft!"
The crowd could not hold back their laughter.
This Li Shuang was normally so arrogant. In the circle of rich second-generation kids, aside from a few with good relations, everyone else avoided him. Nobody dared to provoke him, and the crowd had never seen him so embarrassed.
"You're courting death, kid," Li Shuang said coldly, squeezing Lin Chen's hand with force.
Watching the two grasping each other's hands, many in the crowd felt anxious on Lin Chen's behalf.
