Messing With Noble Heirs

Before long, the restaurant door swung open, and in marched a parade of inheritors from various clans and families, accompanied by members of prestigious sects. Their faces were contorted with displeasure as they cast disdainful glances in Wang Jian's direction.

 

Wang Jian couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of their collective ire. "Seems like we have some uninvited guests," he remarked, his tone laced with amusement.

 

Shui Xueying's expression remained composed, but there was a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. She knew that trouble was brewing, but she refused to back down.

 

The group of inheritors approached their table with an air of arrogance, their voices dripping with disdain as they addressed Wang Jian.

 

"Who do you think you are, mingling with someone like Shui Xueying?" one of them sneered, his tone dripping with contempt.