Xue Yang looked from Wen Chao to Nie Huaisang, looking them both up and down before settling on Wen Chao again, shrugging his shoulders to show how little he cared. "Whatever."

He did not bow to Wen Chao. But then, he didn't even bow to Wen Chao's father, so that was not that shocking. "After you." He stepped aside, prepared to follow behind them.

Nie Huaisang had put his fan away again and his head was lowered, his posture different. He looked scared again and he used his hair falling before his eyes to properly look at this man that had interrupted them. He looked like he'd be trouble, he could see that much easily.