Qi Yu took a few steps back and pulled out his phone directly.
Zhang Xiaowei wasn't worried at all and just sat on the sofa watching him.
"Bring everyone here."
Qi Yu gave an order and turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaowei.
"You really have a nerve, kid, to still be able to sit at a time like this."
No sooner had he spoken than the private room's door was pushed open, and a group of burly men filed in, blocking the doorway completely.
"Country bumpkin, still trying to act all profound in front of this young lady? I think you're so scared that your legs have gone soft and you can't stand up."
Zhang Xiaowei gave Lu Yao a cold glance and said disdainfully, "Just a few green onions like this scare me?"
The group of strong men at the door, seeing Zhang Xiaowei didn't take them seriously, were instantly enraged.
"Young Master Qi, how do you plan to deal with him?"
Without hesitation, Qi Yu snorted coldly, "Beat him up first."