A moment later, Yang Ya dragged a young man back to the private room.
"Brother Wenhao?" Yang Fei looked at the young man being dragged by Yang Ya, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly: "Was the Pavarotti's tenor just now yelled by Brother Wenhao?"
"Look at my miserable plight now, and you'll know." Chen Wenhao said with a depressed look on his face.
"Brother Wenhao, you really are afraid of Sister Ya." Yang Gang also chimed in.
Chen Wenhao rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, which brave warrior isn't afraid of the Demon King?"
Yang Gang: ..
Yang Ya looked at Chen Wenhao with a forced smile: "Chen Wenhao, who's the Demon King?"
Chen Wenhao immediately corrected himself: "I'm the big Demon King, you're the beautiful young woman hero warrior."
Yang Gang looked at Chen Wenhao with contempt: "Brother Wenhao, I once admired you, but you really have no dignity."