Wang Chao flamboyantly flicked his hair and strutted past them with an inflated chest.
"What the hell does he think he is? Daring to publicly insult us like that, he needs a good lesson later."
"Right, we must beat him up. If we don't knock his teeth out, I won't be called Buck Teeth anymore!"
The four black-clad men watched Wang Chao walk away, fuming with rage.
In the most luxurious and comfortable box on the second floor, Yan Xi sat on the sofa, holding a microphone engrossed in his singing.
His voice was beautiful, very sultry, and the song he sang was also very enjoyable.
Wu Gong, Yuming Hao, Hu Jiu, and Wang Gang sat nearby listening attentively.
Lin Xinrui's group walked in.
Yan Xi didn't react, didn't even glance their way, he just kept singing, seemingly unaware of their arrival.
Those seated near Yan Xi, however, were smiling at Lin Xinrui and her group.
Lin Xinrui's face darkened instantly.
She had never expected Yan Xi to be this obsessed.
