Bing Ruolan stood to one side, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly at the rude words of the young man in the brocade robe.
A sharp glint flashed across Luo Feng's eyes. With a flick of his hand, he threw the gold tickets onto the ground, sneering, "Pick up your gold tickets and get lost!"
The young man seemed momentarily stunned, as if he hadn't expected Luo Feng to speak so disrespectfully.
The gold tickets he had taken out were worth more than a dozen taels of gold, enough for an ordinary person to live for several years. It was not a small sum.
The young man's face darkened slightly. He narrowed his eyes, saying coldly, "Don't push it, or you'll regret it! You two should leave now and save yourselves the humiliation."
Bing Ruolan, unable to contain her anger, retorted, "It's first-come, first-served! We were here first and claimed this private booth. Why are you being so unreasonable?"
The brocade-clad youth glanced at Bing Ruolan, a smile appearing on his face.
