Liancheng Yanzhi couldn't help but let out a scoff of contempt.
Conversing with such a fool really demeaned his own intelligence and stature.
Liancheng Yanzhi raised his hand, and before the lobby manager could figure out what he was doing, Huo Er rushed to speak, "Princess, welcome to pick a fight."
Translated, that would mean: I've been waiting for you. Dare to cross swords with me, if you're not dead by the end of it, you're not worth my time.
Beitang Chuxin was gasping with anger, "You... you all, just you wait."
Huo Er nodded respectfully, "Alright, we'll wait."
Not long after, Beitang Qing arrived from the elevator.
Seeing the sea of people and Beitang Chuxin standing there, her face and neck beet-red from fury, he quickly guessed that something was amiss, his gaze darkening.
Advancing, he politely asked Liancheng Yanzhi, "Mr. Ya, is there a problem?"
