As Lu Xiaobu finished speaking, Zhang Meng appeared like a ghost in front of the two Japanese people: "Our young master has something to discuss with you!"
"Lu Xiaobu, what are you up to?!" Ookata Hiroya's face changed immediately, turning to stare at Lu Xiaobu: "This has nothing to do with you!"
"Of course, your business with Mr. Zheng has nothing to do with me, but as everyone knows, I'm a nationalist, and there are some things I just can't listen to." Lu Xiaobu stretched lazily as he stood up, speaking indifferently.
"What do you want?!" Ookata Hiroya's face was ugly; unless absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to face this Lu Xiaobu.
He really hadn't expected it to turn out like this.
According to their Japanese thinking, his business with Zheng Tianlai was theirs alone, and Lu Xiaobu shouldn't interfere!
But clearly, he had overthought it!
