The hall was silent, everyone holding an attitude of watching the excitement, their eyes gleaming as they watched Shen Qiang and a young man walking toward him. Those eyes said, "Look, someone is going to be bullied," sharp as arrows.
Looking at the handsome and confident young man approaching, Shen Qiang took a deep breath and then reminded himself: Xu Nan is nothing to you, it's your first time here, don't conflict with them, you need to stay calm.
Yet, thinking of this man and his previous words, a surge of anger still blazed from Shen Qiang's heart.
"Imagine me as his opponent, is it a disgrace to him? An old waste, trash?"
Just then, the beautiful manager, Xu Nan, said coldly to the young man who was approaching: "Jing Haotian, Wanxin Hesheng is not a place where you can do whatever you want, don't force me to kick you out."
The young man smiled, his smile incredibly handsome.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a bundle of red roses appeared in his hand.
