An Mengyao seemed a bit skeptical, but under such circumstances, it seemed inappropriate to say more.
Wang Qiang watched them walk away, his heart filled with resentment, yet he couldn't find a surprising angle. Looking at the lingering crowd, he vented all his anger onto them.
"What are you looking at? Can't you see they've all left? Hurry up and disperse, or else there will be consequences for you later."
Everyone knew Wang Qiang was in a bad mood, and no one wanted to provoke him further at this time, which would only cause trouble for themselves and gain them nothing.
Thus, they gradually dispersed. Wang Qiang continued to sit quietly in the chair where An Mengyao had once sat, looking gloomy.