Just as the servant boy pushed open the door of the private room, intending to usher Ji Xinhe inside, he was startled by the shouting. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
Xinhe's brows furrowed slightly, turning around, he saw an angry young man dressed like a noble, charging over: "So, my words don't hold any weight? But his do?"
The servant got his wits back, hurriedly bowing and apologizing profusely: "Young Master Sun, please don't get upset. How could I dare to ignore you? The private room has been reserved by this gentleman. It's outta my hands. As a lowly servant, I have no say in the matter."
Young Master of the Sun family scoffed, pointing at Ji Xinhe and questioning: "Who do you belong to? I have never seen you before. How did you get such a high status? Dare you step on my face, huh? Be smart and scram!"
It then dawned on Xinhe. Young Master Sun must have arrived late and not got a private room, so he planned to take it by force.