"What should we do? What should we do?"
At this moment, the six young men and babes were paled with confusion in their eyes as they walked to one corner of the hall. They sat there with trembling bodies, faces down, murmuring to themselves with trepidation.
What the three young masters had said was not a joke.
Especially the juvenile who had squatted beside him and addressed him as "Little Young Master"?
Who else could that Little Young Master be in the entire Flow City?
They felt a strong sense of despair having actually offended someone like this.
Those people were lost, breaking out in a cold sweat continuously.
Wang Dahai's cousin was confused as well. Never did she expect that her cousin's classmate would know that juvenile from a terrifying background.
Those three young men were the successors of the supreme-class families in Flow City. They were people who her boyfriend should respect and be fearful of.