C1290 Not Something

Dongfang Yexuan's words had offended those people. Ning Yue stood up, pointed at Dongfang Yexuan and reprimanded, "Who do you think you are? When will you have the right to speak here?"

Dongfang Yexuan, with his sleeves tucked in, stood calmly beside Xiaoyu. "What are you talking about? Can you tell everyone loudly?"

"I'm not a thing. My father is a fifth-grade Zhizhou