"Got it, Young Master Lu," Ah Liu, this guy, had indeed been led astray by bad company — no good stuff.
So, upon hearing Lu Peng's instructions, a glint of corrupt light immediately flashed across his eyes as he understood and rose to his feet, heading toward the back of the stage.
"Hehe, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night." Watching Ah Liu leave, Lu Peng suddenly rubbed his hands together, chuckling sinisterly.
The reason he didn't go tell the host himself was precisely Lu Peng's cunning nature.
After all, Yang Liying had quite a background, and Luo Tianyi obviously wasn't a simple character either.
So he couldn't always be the one charging forward himself.
If anything went awry, he could always throw Ah Liu under the bus as a scapegoat.
Poor Ah Liu, what a tragic fate he had.
If he knew what Lu Peng was thinking, he'd probably be so angry he'd spit up blood.
As for Lu Peng's schemes, the three people on stage were, of course, completely unaware.
