Su Qing looked at An Zhiqian fearlessly. "Are you threatening me?"
"If you think so, then I suppose it is." An Zhiqian frowned at Su Qing and pursed his lips in displeasure. No girl had ever dared to speak to him like that. He had grown up surrounded by flattery. The girls around him, whether they were the socialites of Xiangcheng or the ordinary ones he met day-to-day, had always deferred to him.
He knew most of this flattery and deference was due to his family's status, but he had long grown accustomed to it. As a result, Su Qing's attitude deeply unsettled him.
"Heh, how mighty. The young master and miss from Xiangcheng, coming all the way to the mainland to put on airs. You think you can do whatever you please here?"
An Zhiwei's eyes widened. "How did you know we're from Xiangcheng? I never said anything."
