The intimate little gestures between these two people fell one by one into Ma Junying's eyes. Even though he felt somewhat disappointed inside, he still maintained excellent manners. He looked toward Xia Zheng, cupping one hand in the other as a salute and asked, "I am Ma Junying from Ma family Manor, may I inquire about the gentleman's honored name?"
Xia Zheng was in the midst of a staring contest with Lin Yuan, fully engaged, and this guy's interruption really annoyed him. He replied indifferently, "Xia Zheng."
Receiving such an impolite refusal, Ma Junying also noticed Xia Zheng's hostility toward him. However, he was not the least bit angry; instead, his interest grew. He suddenly blurted out, "Miss Lin is a fine young lady indeed!"
Xia Zheng's eyes narrowed, shelving the childish joke he had been playing with and finally gave Ma Junying his full attention with a sardonic smile, "Indeed. Only, she's already taken."