Song Zhen tilted his head, allowing Cassie to get a clearer view of himself.
He successfully captured the surprise and embarrassment on Cassie's face.
He stood up, looking down at the other man, "Feeling dizzy? Is there anything you're not accustomed to?"
Cassie indeed felt weak and listless.
But, being rescued by his rival and letting his rival see him in such a disheveled and incapable state dealt a big blow to Cassie's pride.
He sat there, and perhaps because of hunger that had lasted too long, in addition to the embarrassment, his mind started to zone out.
Song Zhen walked around the desk, took two cushions, and put them behind Cassie, helping Cassie to lean back slowly, so he didn't have to struggle to stabilize himself.
Song Zhen looked down and laughed, "The first time we met, I felt threatened by your height."
Because Cassie was a tall man at 1.92 meters, a few centimeters taller than Song Zhen.
That's just the difference of racial genetics.