When everyone saw it was Ye Que, they all stood up and flattered him excessively.
"Mr. Ye, why are you here?"
"Mr. Ye, what a coincidence, come sit over here."
"Mr. Ye..."
"This has nothing to do with you all, get out." The crowd still wanted to keep chatting, but Ye Que coldly interrupted them, saying just one sentence.
Six or seven men and women exchanged glances, and Ye Que's gaze, sharp as a sword, was aimed directly at Young Master Tang sitting in the corner of the sofa.
They seemed to understand Ye Que's intention, and without uttering a word, they resignedly left the private room.
Once the unnecessary people had cleared out, Ye Que started to stride, step by step, closer to Tang Wanjun.
Chi Zaozao could tell from his aura, full of hostility, that he could hardly restrain himself from hitting Tang Wanjun.
Instinctively, Chi Zaozao abruptly stood in front of Ye Que, pulling him down to sit, "What did I tell you on the way here?"
