Zhang Xiaoyu's Scumbag Logic

Seeing that the situation was bad, Zheng Qiao instinctively raised his arm to block the vase that Liang Jinming threw at him.

Fortunately, Liang Jinming had never trained before. Coupled with the fact that he had fooled around until dawn, he was a little weak.

Otherwise, this blow would definitely have hit his head.

"What are you doing! Do you know where you are?!"

Slap!

Liang Jinming raised his hand and slapped Zheng Qiao's face. Then he pointed at him and said,

"I don't care where we are, but let me tell you, be more polite to my Brother Lin in the future."

With that, Liang Jinming patted the dust off his body. "Let's go."

"That's it?" Gao Zongyuan said, "I haven't seen enough."

"Give Director Yan some face," Liang Jinming said with a laugh.

The group of people laughed as they walked into the reception room.

Yan Ci's footsteps paused for a moment before she left without looking back.