In the private room, over twenty young people watched Zou Dong awkwardly hang up the phone.
A sense of disdain couldn't help but show in their eyes.
Noticing their mood, Wang Jingshan walked up to Zou Dong and said softly, "Zou Dong, it's getting late. Let's not wait for Shen Qiang anymore. How about we take everyone to eat something first?"
Upon hearing this, a fire ignited in Zou Dong's heart, and he waved his hand furiously, "Jingshan, did you tell Shen Qiang what I was planning, so he's too scared to come?"
Wang Jingshan was taken aback and frowned, "What are you going crazy about? Since we broke up, we haven't had any private contact."
"It must be you, you damn slut, who said something to him. How else could he be too scared to come?" Zou Dong cursed with a livid face.
At these words, Wang Jingshan was so angry she could barely hold back tears, "Zou Dong, what did you say?"
