"Tsk, quite the spectacle, indeed."
In an elegant room upstairs, with the window half-open, one could see the quarreling scene below clear as day, and much of the conversation also floated in.
Across the table, the man wearing a mask watched the drama below, a hint of darkness flashing in his eyes as he said indifferently, "Zhuang Lin, go help that girl."
Zhuang Lin's hand trembled holding his teacup, no longer interested in the commotion, he turned his incredulous gaze upon the masked man.
"You must be kidding, right? You're not one to meddle in others' affairs. Moreover, that person is your…"
He stopped abruptly, mid-sentence.
He was one of the few who knew the true identity of the man before him.