A few people mocked them mercilessly.
Wei Zishan sat down and, hearing such comments, felt flames burning in his eyes and a pain in his chest from anger, almost going up to slap the other party.
Lin Zida looked over at that table for a while, noticed the round-faced young man's beer bottle, and another gloomy young man, and couldn't help being a bit more cautious.
Yuan Lin said, "Forget it, even a mighty dragon doesn't crush a local snake."
But Zhuang Jianhui laughed and teased, "Zishan, you've been abroad for so long, and yet you're still so hot-tempered!"
"And you, Yuan Lin, have become much more restrained than before."
Zhuang Jianhui still joked around with a relaxed demeanor, clearly not bothering to take those people seriously.
Wei Zishan angrily said, "If this were abroad, I'd just have someone take care of them."
Yuan Lin honestly replied, "But we are in Yuzhou now, aren't we?"
