People live for face, as trees live for bark.
Rich heirs like Zhang Hao cherish their reputation even more.
Although his Zhang Family isn't on par with large clans like the Wang Family in Zhonghai, they still have some status. Otherwise, Zhang Hao wouldn't have hosted this classmate banquet at Mingzhu Clubhouse.
No one has ever dared to disrespect him like this from childhood until now.
It's not just a slap in the face—it's outright humiliation.
"You little punk, how can you speak to Brother Hao like that?"
"Apologize, apologize to our Brother Hao right away."
The male classmates nearby immediately started a commotion.
"Apologize? Why should I apologize? If I can't drink, then I can't drink."
Ye Chen shrugged, speaking nonchalantly.