Hearing the words of Zuo Ye Left King, Du Feiyu, who was already seventy percent drunk, suddenly had a burst of energy.
He picked up his phone and dialed persistently.
Under the unwavering belief, the call finally connected.
"Who are you?" came a cold voice from the other end of the phone.
Even though it was through a phone call, Ye Xiong could still feel the rage about to explode from Xiao Fangfang. He could imagine that Xiao Fangfang, who'd been woken by the call, must be red in the face like pig's blood.
It was a pity that Du Feiyu, already seven-tenths drunk and brainwashed by Ye Xiong and Wang Tong, didn't pick up on Xiao Fangfang's anger at all and said loudly, "My name is Du Feiyu, I'm Brother Xiong's friend. Tonight, when you came into the private room, I asked you to sit next to me, remember?"
"Who gave you my phone number?" Xiao Fangfang asked coldly.
"Brother Xiong ah..."
Damn, Ye Xiong really wanted to fly up and kick him off the rooftop.
