She narrowed her eyes slightly, the flame-red lips curled in a barely noticeable sneer.
The group showed no regard for the security guard's warning and continued smashing things, firmly believing Yan Zao was an impostor, "You misuse Weiwei Little Cutie's name, I also want to discuss this with you at the police station."
Hearing their certainty, doubts began to grow among others, "What's going on?"
Everyone looked around at one another.
"Isn't this the real Weiwei?"
"That Angel mask looks just like Weiwei's."
As long as someone showed a little belief that Yan Zao was the real Weiwei, those few became particularly vehement in their rebuttal, "The mask is fake; Weiwei has always only promoted major brands. How could she possibly come to a small restaurant with just a few million in investment?"
Wen Jing rushed over, pointing at the door and ordering them to leave, "Get out."
Where the hell did these idiots come from?
Probably hired by the neighbor.
