The people around imdiately started laughing and hollering.
Hong Mao grinned and said, "Did you hear that, little sister? Young Master Lu is telling you to leave quickly."
Are you still expecting Young Master Lu to be compassionate? To rescue a fallen Cinderella?
The two n at the door were eyeing Lu Xiaomian with their eyes shining, watching her slightly trembling body.
This girl, President Zhao is still waiting for her.
Young Master Lu won’t help her; barging in here is useless.
Lu Xiaomian bit her pink lips, stared at the handso man, and summoned the courage to say, "My best friend is Feng Huaijin, Seventh Master Feng’s girlfriend. She’s coming to save soon. Can’t you, sir, give face to Mr. Qi?"
The crowd burst into an uproar, and even the man’s sharp eyebrows twitched slightly.
Feng Huaijin’s... girlfriend?
In Yanjing, Seventh Master Feng is known to be a womanizer, never acknowledging a "girlfriend," let alone standing up for a woman.
Lu Xiaomian continued, "For Mr. Yu, it’s just a small effort. You wouldn’t want to offend Seventh Master Feng, would you?"
Lu Jinghuai’s cold eyes flashed with a hint of a sneer: "Feng Huaijin? That doesn’t an I can’t afford to offend him."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaomian felt a jolt, and her white palms started to sweat.
She gently pressed her lips together, speaking in a soft voice, "I know you can afford to offend Seventh Master Feng, but there’s no need to offend him because of ."
This made sense. Lu Jinghuai and Feng Huaijin had no direct dealings, but there was no need to provoke Feng Huaijin.
Lu Jinghuai casually swept his eyelashes and said in a sowhat indifferent tone, "You stay."
Everyone sighed, and Lu Xiaomian finally relaxed her previously anxious heart.
Lu Jinghuai then tersely added, "If you are lying, your situation won’t be any better than following them out."
Lu Xiaomian’s face imdiately turned much paler.
If her best friend wasn’t Feng Huaijin’s girlfriend, if she didn’t co to pick her up.
This man certainly wouldn’t allow himself to be toyed with like this.
In an instant, her heart was once again in her throat.
The two thugs were imdiately disappointed; this little girl actually sought the protection of Young Master Lu?
How could they dare offend him? They could only leave disheartened.
Hong Mao chuckled, "Well then, Miss, why don’t you find a seat yourself?"
Lu Xiaomian glanced at the man in the crowd, Lu Jinghuai, who remained silent and quietly drank his wine, his Adam’s apple moving.
Lu Xiaomian cautiously sat at a corner of the black leather sofa, trying hard to minimize her presence.
Fortunately, they didn’t take Lu Xiaomian seriously at all; at most, she was just a seasoning toy, and soon they were back to playing in the private room.
Being unnoticed, Lu Xiaomian relaxed further.
The reason she dared to break into this private room was because... she saw online that the most secluded room on the third floor of Supre Bar was the top-tier private room.
If they were ordinary guests, they wouldn’t believe she had a chance to know Seventh Master Feng and would think she was lying.
But the guests in the top-level room were different; they had the opportunity, so they would be cautious, which gave her a glimr of hope for survival.
Apparently, she had made the right bet.
The leather sofa underneath her was very soft, and the moderate temperature of the air conditioning in the private room made it comfortable.
After relaxing, a wave of drowsiness rushed over her, and Lu Xiaomian let out a gentle sound and curled up slightly in the corner of the sofa, falling asleep.
Lu Jinghuai, glancing over, had a flash of surprise in his eyes: "..."
What’s the situation?
Asleep, fell asleep?
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