Pang Feng and Song Xiaoqian were having a great time chatting in the VIP lounge.
Talking to Song Xiaoqian, Pang Feng felt very relaxed. This girl was pure and flawless, like a blank sheet of paper, and although she was candid and came from a distinguished family, she didn't have any of the delicate or haughty airs typical of young ladies from such families; she was very genuine.
Meanwhile, in the banquet hall outside, Sun Hua had already led the skilled members of the Sun Family to surround the table where Pang Feng had been sitting.
He had a carefree look about him, his head held high, his eyes gazing at the sky.
Xu Shengqiang, who had been in a daze, caught sight of him and shuddered all over, hastily saying, "Mr. Sun San, you..."
"Smack, smack, smack!" Sun Hua didn't bother with idle talk and slapped Xu Shengqiang three times across the face, making him howl on the spot.
"Kneel down! Apologize to this young lady! Otherwise, I will wipe you out today!" Sun Hua said coldly.
