In the private room, the situation had reversed, and the previously arrogant Hong Fangqi and his group now had faces as if they'd swallowed flies, extremely uncomfortable.
Hong Fangqi knelt on the ground, his face pale, forehead beading with cold sweat, his body trembling.
Ning Fan's mouth curved into a faint sneer, his eyes cold and disdainful.
Hong Fangqi really wanted to slap himself to see if he was dreaming.
As a big shot in the entertainment industry, Hong Fangqi was usually so glorious, but now he was like a child being pushed to the ground by an adult to apologize.
This enormous humiliation, Hong Fangqi would never forget for the rest of his life.
Compared to him, Ning Fan's attitude was truly arrogant, but now Hong Fangqi didn't dare to show the anger in his heart.
Zhou Santong was still looking at him with murderous eyes, so all Hong Fangqi could do was shake his head, his appearance trembling pitifully.
"Take your people and get lost."
