C222 Lower Profile

"You..."

Xu Jingyuan's complexion was ashen.

After all, he was the one who had organized this banquet, effectively playing the role of host. He hadn't anticipated being mocked by Faang Cheng right from the start.

It was a feeling beyond unbearable—it was insufferable.

With many eyes already on them, Faang Cheng's words felt like a public slap in the face