Birthday Party

Meanwhile, in Zayn's house.

At this moment, Zayn was eating with his friends in a private room, accompanied by several sexy and hot beauties.

When Zayn ended the call with Salma, he was in a bad mood. He pushed the beauty in his arms to the side and said in a low voice, "It's that damn Connor again. Why hasn't he left Newtown yet?"

"Mr. Fergerson, what's wrong?" a young man asked with a smile when he saw that Zayn's expression was a little strange.

"What else could it be? It's that Connor that I told you about before. This kid is really bold. He's still in Newtown and even complained to Salma about me…" Zayn gritted his teeth.

"I thought it was something else. Isn't he just a poor kid from Porthampton?" The young man smiled disdainfully and continued, "Mr. Fergerson, why don't I help you teach this kid a lesson?"