Ning Chen remained standing in place, still not recovered from the extreme shock.
The rest of the people present, however, were in an uproar.
Barging into the private room was one thing, but to immediately say they were looking for trouble with Ning Chen and that all unrelated people should get out?
They were all young, full of vigor and brimming with sharpness.
Moreover, they all came from influential families.
To put it bluntly, this group of people were usually arrogant and tyrannical, always bullying others. When had it ever been someone else's turn to bully them?
"Dog, do you know what you're saying?"
To the left, a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with one foot on a chair and a wine glass in his right hand placed on his leg, gave Chen Yang a disdainful glance, "I don't care who you are, get lost from my sight immediately."
He was in his prime, full of vitality.
