Having done all of this, Yang Fan helped up Nolan Hui, who had already passed out on the floor. Just after taking a step forward, someone knocked on the door.
Yang Fan raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, are you in there, Yang Fan?" It was Li Menglan who spoke.
Yang Fan responded, "Come in."
Li Menglan opened the door, looked at the beauty Yang Fan was supporting, and then at Feng Zhiming groaning and moaning on the floor. "What happened? Is everything okay?" She was puzzled, especially since Feng Zhiming was also one of the people she had invited today. Before the banquet started, Feng Zhiming had called, saying he would be late due to some matters. How did it turn out like this?
Yang Fan shook his head, "It's nothing, it's all been dealt with."
Feng Zhiming on the ground saw his saviour and spat out the towel, "President Li, call the police, call the police..."
Li Menglan looked at Yang Fan and ignored Feng Zhiming on the ground.
