"Wang Xiaomao sure loves to brag," Wang Jinli said with undisguised scorn. "It's true he rounded up over a hundred people, but in the end, he was clearly the one who lost out. So, how come, by the time the story gets to you, it turns into him throwing someone into the Yangtze River?"
Wei Qingshan's face changed color, and just as he was about to say something to embolden himself, Li Xiaoyao who had been seated on the couch stood up and said to the two people beside him, "Let's go."
The three of them walked out as if no one else was there, heading straight for the outside.
"Who said you could leave? Get back here!" Wang Jinli yelled loudly.
Li Xiaoyao did not pay him any heed and continued walking towards the outside.
