Zhang Xiaowei looked at the middle-aged woman leading a group of people rushing upstairs and immediately worried about Liu Yan's safety.
"Yanyan, you go ahead to the private room and order some dishes, I'll be right back."
After instructing Li Yanyan, Zhang Xiaowei hurriedly followed the group upstairs.
The crowd, full of hostility, arrived at Liu Yan's room and the woman started banging on the door without delay.
"Vixen, come out here!"
Before the door even opened, the middle-aged woman began cursing.
"What are you all doing here?"
Zhang Xiaowei approached from behind the group and asked in a deep voice before the door could open.
Upon hearing his voice, the group immediately turned to look at Zhang Xiaowei.
"What's it to you? Mind your own damn business," the middle-aged woman coldly glanced at Zhang Xiaowei and retorted rudely.
"This is my room."
Zhang Xiaowei pushed through the men in front and began to approach the door.