Song Minhao glanced at Ye Long and then at Lin Zihan by his side, flashed a smile at Ye Long, and said, "Ye Long, you sure have some nerve!"
"What's up?" Ye Long's tone revealed a hint of annoyance. Judging by Song Minhao's tone, it seemed like another lecture was coming his way. Hadn't he already had enough of those?
This Song Minhao didn't look as if he lacked intelligence, so why did he speak like an idiot?
"What's up? Heh, you're playing two sides, you tell me what's up?" Song Minhao said with a harsh tone.
"Playing two sides?" Ye Long looked up at Song Minhao and couldn't help but frown.
"I want to ask you, when you are with Fei Fei, why are you still having meals with another woman? What's the meaning of this?" Song Minhao pointed at Lin Zihan and asked.
Ye Long, hearing what Song Minhao said, instantly felt annoyed. His grandma's, is Song Minhao brain damaged?
Who did Song Minhao think he was?
Was it his business who he dined with?
