Liam smiled wryly as he leaned back in his chair. It hadn't even been five minutes since he sat down, yet already trouble had found him. But he wasn't surprised. Not even in the slightest.
With his eagle-sharp hearing, he caught the whispers, as the customers murmured to each other in low tones, words like "Third Young Master" and "top five family" slipping out.
He didn't even need to piece it together. Their whispers had already told him the entire story.
The arrogant youth standing before him, dressed in embroidered robes of gold-threaded cranes, was none other than the third young master of the Xuan family — one of Blackstone City's top five families.
And apparently, Liam was the unlucky target of the young master's "entertainment" for today.
The nearby customers weren't subtle about their pity either.
"Poor man. The young master never lets things go… He should've sat anywhere but here. I almost pity that foreigner," muttered one merchant with a shake of his head.
