Seeing Wang Hao approach, An Menglu instinctively wanted to back away, but didn't expect Wang Hao to say with disdain, "Don't hide, you're not my type. I'm sick of the same old, and today I'm planning to change things up!"
An Menglu was immediately infuriated upon hearing his words, but dared not express her anger.
Liu Yiming's eyes flashed with rage, but he remained silent just the same.
Seeing Liu Yiming like this, An Menglu revealed thick disdain in her eyes, but thought to herself, "All talk in front of me, but turns into a coward at the sight of Wang Hao!"
"Is that Wang Hao?" Qin Han turned his head to ask Song Yuwei.
"Mm," Song Yuwei said softly.
When Wang Hao heard Qin Han's words, he asked, "Who's this bumpkin that popped up from nowhere? How could such a high-end banquet let this kind of person in?"
"Young Master Wang, this is her bodyguard I mentioned to you!" Liu Yiming whispered into Wang Hao's ear.
