Nan Kelin narrowed his eyes at Mo Jiang. His usual calm expression twisted into one of open annoyance.
"Someone's getting a bit cocky after becoming an A-lister," he said coldly, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"Just because your name is trending doesn't mean you get to boss others around."
Mo Jiang smiled sweetly, but there was a sharpness in her gaze.
"And someone's getting too used to being worshipped. Not everyone wants to join your fan club, Kelin."
Yu Holea blinked. Were they seriously about to argue over who got to drive her home?
Nan Kelin stepped forward slightly, his voice still low but tight with irritation.
"I'm just being polite. You don't have to throw a tantrum every time you don't get your way."
"Oh, please," Mo Jiang scoffed.
"You're not being polite—you're trying to act like a gentleman because Holea's here. But we all know how cold you usually are. You've turned down every rookie actor who tried to talk to you."
Nan Kelin raised an eyebrow.
