The more Gong Yu thought, the angrier he got. He snatched up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it hard on the floor, roaring, "I'm the dignified Young Master of the Gong Family. Fine, if you don't like me, whatever. But why the hell would you choose some guy who's worse than me in every way?"
As soon as the words fell, Yang Cheng slowly lifted his head, his brows knitting in displeasure.
Gong Yu froze for a moment, because he felt this guy looked a bit familiar.
"Who are you? Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"
"Of course you have. This is Dr. Yang Cheng, the one treating our skin problems."
Wang Rui was utterly speechless. This young master really had something wrong with his head. Just because he's from the Gong Family, does that mean everyone has to like him?
