"Oh have you?" Shen Yuan pulls his fan out of his sleeve, opening it with a brusque snap of his wrist. With the lower half of his face concealed, he glares at Jin Guangyao over its edge, adding, "You may think you know me, shixiong, but I am not so convinced. And since you seem unable to appreciate me as I am right now, I think my time will be better spent finding people who can. Good day, shixiong."

And with a final huff he turns on his heel and departs, the swing of his three fox tails adding an extra flounce to a reaction that was already over the top.