Du Wenjie adjusted the golden rim of his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
A cold glint flashed beneath the lenses.
"Wenjie, let's move aside and wait,"
Du Wanhun said in a deep voice.
Having said that, he walked to the public lounge on the second floor and looked from a distance at Liu Menglan's private Room 208.
Du Wenjie and the others followed him.
"Brother, what does Liu Menglan mean by this?"
"On what grounds does she make us wait?"
"This is Wu Zhou, not Tianhai!"
Du Wenjie sat on the sofa, and with a loud thud, slammed the ashtray from the coffee table onto the floor.
There was a crash.
The glass ashtray instantly shattered into pieces.
Fury raged within Du Wenjie as he kicked over the coffee table, "Isn't Liu Menglan just dining with her pretty boy?"
"I could satisfy her! I guarantee she wouldn't be able to leave me!"
At this point, Du Wenjie suddenly remembered his physical condition.
Given his current state, he was nothing but a softie.
