Wei Shiran, who had just picked up his teacup and taken a sip, choked a bit, and Yunyang even turned specially to ask him, "Isn't that right, Brother Shiran?"
Wei Shiran: "..."
Sooner or later, he was going to hang this kid up and give him a good beating, to teach him the meaning of respecting elders.
Lazily lifting his gaze, Wei Shiran parted his lips and instructed the friend beside him: "Daxiong, add this Miss Snake's WeChat and transfer her twenty thousand yuan to get rid of her."
"Huh? Oh, which one is Miss She?" The man named Daxiong stood up, looking towards the internet celebrity and Chen Qiuyi.
Both the internet celebrity and Chen Qiuyi exchanged glances, and then the internet celebrity cautiously began to explain: "Young Master Wei, I... my last name isn't She."
Chen Qiuyi had met Wei Shiran before, and the twenty thousand yuan likely referred to the money for the phone replacement; it was clear who was being talked about.