บท 83: Chapter 83: Money is the King

Ye Feng's gaze locked onto him, his eyes filled with displeasure as he spoke coldly, "I reserved this private room in the morning, what do you mean by forcefully occupying it?"

Zhao Yuke, upon hearing his words, was stunned for a moment, then sneered with scorn.

"Kid, you must not know who I am, daring to ask me to make room for you, you should take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror to see what you are."

As Zhao Yuke's words came out, everyone in the private room cast mocking glances, thinking this guy had a death wish.

Not even realizing who Zhao Yuke was, he dared to talk back to him.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to talk back to Zhao Dashaoye?"

A woman dressed in tight black clothes stood up, rubbing against Zhao Yuke's arm with an air of arrogance, as if she wanted to cling to him completely.

Liu Yanran and the others were standing at the door, and when they heard the name "Zhao Dashaoye,"