The lobby manager was interrupted, and his expression turned a bit impatient.
Meanwhile, the other group of people had already started to smugly whistle at Meng Yu, as if they had won a battle.
One of the boys even stepped forward, lowered his voice and boasted, "Hurry up and leave, the lobby manager is my uncle, he won't help you. It's just a private room, is it really worth fighting us over?"
Meng Yu's face instantly turned ugly.
He didn't care about a private room that much, but being messed with like this, he was very displeased.
Meng Yu wasn't in a good mood today to begin with...
So now he was even more irritable.
"Meng Yu."
A cool, clear female voice came from behind.
"I think... I heard the Demon Head's voice."
"I heard it too..."
The crowd parted to reveal the person behind them.
"Teach... teacher." Several students greeted Chuzheng stiffly.
Why was this Demon Head here!!
