Yuan Lang put down his chopsticks and silently stood up, walking behind Rong Qijun.
Today's lunch again cannot be eaten well.
He smiled indifferently at Rong Heng and apologetically said: "Fifth Young Master Rong, I apologize."
Though he said apologize, there was no trace of regret in his eyes.
Qin Zhenghu remained unmoved, lowered his head, and awkwardly advised: "Second Prince, after all, we are still in Maoqin Hall, this is not appropriate."
Rong Qijun angrily said: "So what? I insist on treating him like a horse to ride here!"
Seeing no movement behind him, he turned around and stared at Qin Zhenghu: "Qin Zhenghu, do you dare to disobey this Prince?"
Qin Zhenghu's face instantly turned pale. He stood up, his tall figure looking especially thin before Rong Qijun, who was a head shorter.
He gritted his teeth, raised his arms in salute over his head, burying his head into his chest, but his voice was clear and determined:
