The middle-aged man's voice was very loud, attracting the attention of quite a few people.
It was then that Chen Ziyang realized that there were not many seats in the hall, only about ten chairs.
Most people just found a spot to stand.
These seats must have been reserved for some of the higher-status individuals from Fragrance Street.
Originally, whether sitting or standing didn't matter to Chen Ziyang.
He wasn't disabled; what could standing for a while do to him?
But the attitude of the middle-aged man had sparked a rebellious streak in Chen Ziyang.
"There's no name written on it, is there?"
The middle-aged man's face darkened.
Chen Ziyang actually sat down again, and this time he even crossed his legs, completely ignoring the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's face was gloomy. Chen Ziyang had defied him in front of all these people, and his anger flared up instantly.
