The security staff at the hotel and the receptionists outside all tactfully kept out of the way, acting as if they hadn't seen a thing.
After all, the hotel belonged to the Wen Family; who would dare to meddle in the young master's affairs?
"What do you think you're doing?"
Wang Hao looked around at the bodyguards surrounding him and said.
"What are we doing? You have the nerve to ask?"
Wen Zicong sneered, pushed the socialite from his embrace, and pointed at Wang Hao's nose, cursing loudly.
"You little punk actually dared to bully my brother, do you have a death wish? Do you know who I am in Zao City?"
Wang Hao snorted softly and ignored him.
"Hey, this guy really doesn't know what's good for him. Not recognizing the young master of the Wen Family in Zao City?"
"Look at him, dressed like a country bumpkin; he must be from the countryside. For this kind of rural peasant to dare come to such an upscale place, he really doesn't know his place."