There was unconcealed dissatisfaction in his voice. 

Shi Yu’s brows clouded over with anger. 

The atmosphere suddenly turned oppressive. 

Song Chonghe not only criticized Shi Yu for his poor arrangement, but also mocked Lin Xun for not being qualified to be seated in the upper seats. 

“It’s just a damn seat! Why do you have to argue over it?” Ning Meng snapped, his face darkening. 

“Damn seat? Hahahaha…” Song Chonghe burst out in cold laughter. 

Many people’s expressions altered subtly. 

Sensing the atmosphere suddenly turn tense, Lin Xun said with a smile, “It doesn’t matter. I can sit anywhere. There’s no need to argue over it.” 

As he was speaking, he sat down in a random seat. 

Shi Yu stared at Lin Xun for a moment but seeing that he indeed didn’t seem to mind, he nodded. “Fine, then we’ll leave it at that.”  

Just as Ning Meng was about to say something, Shi Yu interrupted, “Ning Meng, you should also sit down. Today is a gathering...