"Your birthday party?"
Qin Heng's eyebrows twitched slightly as he gave Zhuang Xinyan a scrutinizing look, his eyes narrowing.
"That's right, it's my birthday party," Zhuang Xinyan nodded, smiling. "Many well-known figures from Beijing will be attending, as well as executives from leading companies in various industries. Are you interested?"
"A gathering of ants holds no interest for me," Qin Heng said indifferently. "Moreover, with your status, you are not yet qualified to extend an invitation to me. One must be aware of one's own standing."
Having said that, Qin Heng strode away.
Zhuang Xinyan was dumbfounded. Her entire being froze, stiff and gaping like a puppet.
Her face was filled with disbelief, as if she had heard something unimaginable!
Rejected! She was actually rejected!? How is this possible! How could such a thing happen! I, Zhuang Xinyan, invite someone to my own birthday party and get rejected?! Oh my God! I must be hallucinating!
