"There's no need to tell you. Are we that close? Want to know my young lady's name? Look in the mirror and see what you are first!" Zhu Xiaoling couldn't help but snap.
The young man glanced at Zhu Xiaoling and then laughed, "I asked about the beauty with the veil, not the ugly girl with the veil."
"How dare you call my young lady ugly! You're courting death!" she said, striking a palm towards him.
The young master showed a hint of disdain on his face, casually deflecting the attack with a wave of his hand.
"My big brother, what's it to you if he asks her something? If you keep quiet, no one will think you're mute. What qualifies you to lecture my boss?
Just looking at you makes me sick. I really wonder if you'll ever get married in this lifetime, being so ugly." The youth from earlier shouted from the side.
