"A bunch of rich kids." You Siyue didn't want to pay attention to them.
Hearing his words, Liang Yunsheng couldn't help but laugh, as if he himself was a child of an ordinary family.
However, knowing that they were just a bunch of mischievous second-generation rich kids, Liang Yunsheng felt no pressure. They weren't gangsters. Even though most of the young masters had a bad reputation and committed all kinds of crimes. If they wanted to deal with them, then there was still no pressure.
"Hurry up and leave." You Siyue curled the corners of his lips into a mischievous smile. He raised his chin and said, "wasn't the lesson from last time enough? Do you think you can deal with me just because you have more people?"
A small hooligan walked out of the group and came to the table of a customer. He kicked the table hard, throwing the food to the ground.
Fortunately, the customer didn't cause trouble with the steamed bun. The store manager went forward to apologize and waived the bill. Only then did the matter end.
When the other customers saw this, they all requested to pay the bill and wanted to leave. It was clear that with the disturbance, the customers wouldn't return.
"It's just a tea restaurant. So what if it's closed?" You Siyue could open a hundred more restaurants. "Are you guys going to continue being hooligans?" Liang Yunsheng opened her mouth to speak, attracting everyone's attention.
Although her temperament changed, it was only compared to the past. In front of these rich children, she still looked like a soft and cuddly little white rabbit that was easy to bully.
Little did they know that the little white rabbit would actually say such a thing. The group of people became even more interested in her.
Liang Yunsheng felt no fear towards the brats. There were too many of them. Standing in the small shop, it made people feel a sense of oppression.
You Siyue clenched his fists. He decided that if any of them went up to touch Liang Yunsheng, he would let them eat his fists.
However, before the first few people got close to them, a soft voice split the group up.
In the corner, there was a young man sitting. He looked older than You Siyue and the people around him. His temperament was completely different. Although he was thin, he had a serious ruthlessness. A pair of peach blossom eyes glanced at Liang Yunsheng and You Siyue.
"Ling Mo! It's you again!" You Siyue clearly had some enmity with the man. However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by another voice.
"Yo Yo Yo! What are you doing? What are you filming? There are so many people and it's noisy. Are you still going to do business?"
The sound...
"Angus."
"Angus."
"Mr. An."
An Ziming walked into the restaurant. He was wearing an Armani leather jacket, Aquascutum pants, and a pair of handmade leather shoes. He looked like a peacock.
Ling Mo stood, with a smile on his face, and an Ziming said "hello, long time no see."
"It's been a long time. You come together to bully you little Ah?" An Ziming half-jokingly said.
"Of course not, we're here to play with young master You!" Ling Mo was obviously a little afraid of An Ziming.
They were just Yin Qianchen's lackeys, yet the people were already bowing. It seemed they weren't very impressive.
"Then you guys play with your own stuff. Don't bring my miss along!"
Ling Mo paused. His expression changed quickly. He continued to smile apologetically, "isn't this? We didn't know that she was your person, brother An."
"I'm not that lucky." An Ziming put away his cynical expression and moved closer to Ling Mo. He stretched out his hand and patted his face. "This is someone above me that no one can touch."