As Fu Yisheng's words trailed off, Lu Qingqing saw the group of spoiled young masters who had earlier egged Guo Fusheng on each receiving phone calls.
One by one, their expressions changed, and then they quickly got up and left the wedding in succession, without even saying goodbye to the host.
They acted hurriedly, as if there were small dogs nipping at the heels of these rabbits.
While Lu Qingqing was marveling at Li Qiongying's efficiency, an extremely handsome man leaning on the second-floor railing was taking in the scene with a smile, his thin lips by the wine glass slowly uttering, "A bunch of idiots!"
These so-called young masters had been swaggering through Forty-nine City for too long, actually underestimating Fu Yisheng!
Was Fu Yisheng so easy to bully?
Had they not noticed that although many people were coveting the two major groups behind Lu Qingqing, both openly and secretly, very few dared to poach right in front of him?
