The little fat man froze, looking incredulously at Xu Qigang, and then at the aggrieved yet indignant expression of Chen Yingjie. What's happening here? Have they all taken the wrong medicine?
"Hmph! I'm not saying anything. You want me to criticize you so you'll feel better, right? Dream on." Meng Ping retorted childishly, snorting as he stepped forward to speak to Feng Zhenzhen, "I want to see Ningning, let me in."
Initially, Feng Zhenzhen refused, but she suddenly thought of something, a hint of amusement crossing her face as she stepped aside, "Mr. Meng, please come in."
Thus, Meng Ping swaggered inside with the little fat man, Chen Yingjie was absolutely infuriated, grabbing Feng Zhenzhen's collar and demanding, "Why did you let him in?"
"We're partners, obviously we have the right to go in." Feng Zhenzhen stood unmoving, the collar held in his hand making it somewhat hard for her to breathe, forcing her to stand on tiptoe to get a bit closer for a little more comfort.
