So what if she was a royal descendant? Putting aside her own status, Ye Lanxun, the ridiculously young sword master, was not someone the Anyun royal family wanted to offend. I forgot to mention that Mu Hanyan, of course, thought of Ye Lanxun when she was eating delicious food. Before they arrived, Mu Hanyan had asked Ang Ang to call Ye Lanxun to dinner. Ye Lanxun, on the other hand, was only talkative when he was alone with Mu Hanyan. In front of others, his handsome face was expressionless, as if he didn't want to be approached by strangers.
"What a big tone! What if we don't leave?" Mu Hanyan said coldly.
"If you don't want to leave, haha, then we can only ask you to leave." Song Zhe was slightly stunned after hearing Mu Hanyan's words, and laughed out loud as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Don't think that just because you have some family background in Nanxi County, you take yourself seriously when you come to the capital. Do you know who I am? I am Song Zhe, one of the eight great families in the capital!" Song Zhe said proudly after he finished laughing.
"The Song family, are they so great?" Mu Han said disdainfully, not even raising his cigarette butt. He had been in the capital for some time and had some knowledge of the eight great families, but he had never heard of Song Zhe. He probably thought he was just some useless playboy.
Mu Hanyan despised those little dandies who had no ability themselves but always used their family background to scare others. Because she was capable herself, and then waited for others to expose her family background to scare people. She was fundamentally different from these low-class little dandies, okay?
"What did you say? Do you dare not take my Song family seriously?" Song Zhe heard Mu Hanyan's disdain and shouted angrily.
"Of course I don't dare to ignore the Song family, but as for you, I really don't take you seriously." Mu Hanyan said lightly.
"Haha, you're quite arrogant. You don't even take me, Brother Song, seriously. Then you don't take me, Fang Ziqing, seriously either?"
"And I, Song Shibo, am afraid you don't take me seriously either."
"And I, Changsun Feihong, probably shouldn't be taken seriously by you either."
...One after another, the second-generation rich kids arrogantly introduced their families. Not to mention that they were just descendants of a family from Nanxi County, even if they were from the same eight great families, they would not dare to offend so many people at the same time.
However, Mu Hanyan didn't care much. She had never heard of Fang Ziqing, Song Shibo, or Changsun Feihong. They were all second-rate people.
"And I, He Qingwei, am definitely not someone you take seriously." Finally, as a little fat man stretched out his fat fingers and pointed at Xi's nose, speaking arrogantly, Mu Hanyan finally met someone she knew.
We meet again so soon, what a fate! It turns out that Beijing is not that big after all.
"Mr. He, I don't know you're here too. Nice to meet you so soon." Mu Hanyan finally stood up and said with a smile that was as warm as it could be.
"He Qingwei, so he knows you. Tell him who we are and get him out of the capital." When Song Zhe introduced himself earlier, seeing Mu Hanyan was indifferent, he thought that this country bumpkin was ignorant and had never heard of the names of the eight great families in the capital. He was a little disappointed, but when he saw that he knew He Qingwei, he immediately perked up.
"Yes, yes, yes. Since you have some friendship with He Qingwei, then don't make it too difficult for him. Let him leave the capital, and we won't make it difficult for him." Other second-generation rich kids also followed suit.
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