Hearing this, Nangong Jin curled up his lips with an extremely roguish look.
He let go of Di Jinxuan’s shoulder, fished a cigarette out of his bag, lit it on the side, took a puff, and elegant smoke rings spilled from his lips.
His charming demeanor left Hong Wu a bit stunned.
Then, with his long fingers pinching the cigarette, he smiled lightly, neither warm nor frosty, merely politely curving his lips, "I’m not in a position to advise. You are the teacher, what you say goes, I’m just here to see my wife."
Despite his casual demeanor, his words were very polite, and he even used the formal "you."
However, Hong Wu wasn’t quite buying his politeness, raising his eyebrows and saying, "So, are you done looking? Mr. Nangong, I don’t mean to speak unpleasantly, but I’m telling the truth. Normally, we don’t allow visitors. But because of your past fame and honors in the dance world, we made an exception for you out of respect."
His words sounded pleasant but carried a strong hint of provocation.
Because he deliberately emphasized the word "past."
The smile on Nangong Jin’s lips stiffened slightly, he blinked as if he didn’t understand why he was being brought up.
Suddenly, he chuckled again, nodding his head, "That’s a lot of face you’ve given, I truly am unworthy. Thanks for all your hard work."
Hong Wu’s face clearly stiffened, genuinely surprised by Nangong Jin’s politeness—utterly gentlemanly. Was he truly not angered by the repeated provocations?
Such a reaction was annoying indeed, making it impossible to find fault with him; moreover, a sense of guilt even began to rise within.
Prior to that, Hong Wu’s remarks about Nangong Jin were partly driven by jealousy, but he hadn’t expected Nangong Jin to be so agreeable.
He had originally thought that someone like Nangong Jin would definitely be very arrogant, looking down on, despising, and scorning dancers like them, with not a nice word to spare.
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