After all! Not everyone, they are all rich second generations! Even Fan Wu doesn’t have much pocket money, let alone others.

Han Wenqing glanced at Fan Wu and others, and chuckled: "Hmph, I'll pay for the other people's money!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Fan Wu and others breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Fearing that Du Ruoxuan was implicated, the classmates here subconsciously kept a distance from her.

Even Lin Mengting shrank backwards.

Clang.

Suddenly, the door of the private room was kicked open.

The leader is not someone else, but Feng Shaolong from Jinhuang Entertainment.

Following closely behind are four Qingmen disciples.

"you!"

"you!"

"you!"

"Take a fewer trips with me!"

After entering the private room, Feng Shaolong's fingers passed by Du Ruoxuan, Lin Mengting and others one by one.

Seeing that the person coming was Feng Shaolong, Fan Wu hurriedly stood up and said, "Young Master Feng, give me some face. My uncle is Sun Wutang."

Bang.

Before Fan Wu finished speaking, Feng Shaolong slapped him, "Sun Wutang is nothing! In front of Mr. Du, even Sun Wutang must kneel like a dog."

"Du...Mr. Du?"

"Mr. Feng, I wonder who Mr. Du is in your mouth?"

Fan Wu covered his swelling and painful face and said timidly.

Feng Shaolong paused word by word: "Young Master of Qingmen Du Yuhuang!"

hiss.

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was breathing in air conditioning.

Although I have never been to the East China Sea, the reputation of Qingmen is well-known.

Seeing Fan Wu's face pale, Feng Shaolong smiled contemptuously: "Hmph, do you still have any opinions."

"No...no comment."

Fan Wu shook his head repeatedly and had to sit down in disappointment.

Inadvertently, Feng Shaolong caught a glimpse of Han Wenqing.

Feng Shaolong had some impression of Han Wenqing.

Feng Shaolong pointed at Han Wenqing's nose and shouted, "That, who, are you a food anchor?"

"Yes...yes, Mr. Feng."

"My name is Han Wenqing."

Han Wenqing hurriedly stood up and introduced.
Chapter completed!