"Indeed, it's me!"
Liang Fei's grip on Ji Xiaolin's wrist was as firm as iron shackles, and as he spoke to him in a chilly voice, he made a sign with his eyes to the nearby security guard.
The security guard understood and quickly came over to snatch the wine bottle from Ji Xiaolin's hand.
"Kid, I haven't settled last time's matter with you yet, and now you dare to meddle in my business again, are you seeking death?"
Seeing Liang Fei's sudden appearance had already sobered Ji Xiaolin up by seventy to eighty percent. Adding to that, Liang Fei's grip was causing him severe wrist pain, forcing him to let go of Old Jiao and turn his angry glare towards Liang Fei as he burst out.
"This hotel is owned by my elder brother, how could I not intervene when you're causing trouble here?"
