"Bai Yan, I'll listen to you."
Chen Jing clenched tightly the piece of paper with An Yan's phone number, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on Bai Yan.
Bai Yan pushed open the private room door with a gloomy face, striding out with a murderous aura.
"Bai Yan, be careful!"
Chen Jing was somewhat worried about Bai Yan, as he was alone, but Li Feiwen had brought quite a few people over tonight.
Bai Yan didn't look back. He carried a blood-stained cleaver and step by step headed upstairs to the splendid fourth floor.
At this moment, the rage in Bai Yan's chest did not diminish in the slightest, but showed signs of burning even more fiercely!
A mere Li Feiwen, a mere mortal!
Daring to stir up trouble under the Tai Sui's nose, Bai Yan would never forgive him!
"Hey! Kid, what do you think you're doing?"
