Jiang Mingxu swept a glance at Yan Zhixing coldly and then turned back to look at Song Wei. "This is how great your taste was in the past?"
According to the feeling of disgust, it simply felt like a blasphemy to be in the same space as Yan Zhixing.
With Jiang Mingxu's status, he had the right to be arrogant.
Furthermore, Yan Zhixing's family background and character were hard to explain.
Yan Zhixing didn't expect that not only did his passionate confession fail to anger Jiang Mingxu at all, but it was also met with a disdainful and sarcastic remark. That look in Jiang Mingxu's eyes, as though he was a fly, made him feel like his unwavering self-esteem was being trampled under the other's feet.
Yan Zhixing unconsciously clenched his fists, but he did not dare to retort at all.
Song Wei looked at him at this moment. Without the filter of the past, she really could not stand him no matter what.
