Feeling uneasy under the gaze of these people, Lin Xiaoxi instinctively stepped back a few steps. Naturally, Ren Feifan noticed and immediately stepped in front of her with his tall figure, drawing everyone's attention to himself.
That day, although Ren Feifan had driven a luxury car, he was not dressed formally. He wore sweatpants and a jacket. It was casual, but very comfortable.
However, his outfit took on a different meaning in the eyes of these young men and women.
Where did this laborer come from to show up at such a grand event?
Ren Feifan quickly felt several piercing stares, especially from the man in the center holding a wine glass, looking like a spoiled brat.
The young man was dressed casually, with a pair of shiny leather shoes at his feet, resting casually on the bar counter in front of him.
"Lingting, didn't you say that the pretty girl was coming alone? Who is this?" The man asked questioningly, seemingly annoyed.
