Liu Zhizhong was secretly annoyed, feeling insulted.
"Damn it, just because they are from Tiandu, they think they are something special?"
But he quickly rethought his strategy and decided to leave, lifting his leg to walk away. He thought it best not to provoke these overbearing bastards for now.
But Feng Xiaoyue couldn't bear it, coldly said, "Liu Zhizhong, sit down, don't move! I'm the boss here, and no one except me can throw you out!"
"Uh, I…" Liu Zhizhong pretended to be shocked, but he actually felt quite pleased inside.
This pleasure was like having a woman support him, and it felt genuinely good.
The awkward one here isn't me, it's you, Qin Bo, isn't it?
Qin Bo's face indeed looked terrible as he glared at Liu Zhizhong and said, "Feng Xiaoyue, does he even qualify to listen to our conversation? He's not worthy, understand?"
Liu Zhizhong took a deep breath to himself. Where did this bastard get off being so wild?
