"Arrangements? What arrangements?" Meng Lanfang started to step forward, but when she put her foot on the next stair, she saw that the sharp Metal Spikes were nearly at her chest. She scrambled back in a panic.
"You people are so barbaric, so uncivilized. You're hogging all these rooms on the fourth floor for yourselves, and you don't even care if anyone else gets a good night's sleep?"
"The floors below are all KTV rooms. How is anyone supposed to sleep in those?"
"Even if we can rough it for one night, how can our Yaoyao? Don't forget, she's the daughter of the base committee chairman, Huang Zhaosheng. You have a duty and an obligation to protect her."
A small square stool suddenly flew past Meng Lanfang.
Zhong's eyes went cold. He stepped forward and shattered it with a single punch.
"Song Kexin, you wretched girl, how dare you throw a stool at your own mother?" Meng Lanfang shrieked. "You wretched girl, get out here right now!"
