Zhan Dapeng really wanted to slap his forehead in frustration.
Zhang Sanfeng's complexion, naturally because of her deliberately probing question, became even more embarrassingly awkward. His face turned a shade of green, but he could only feign composure and said, "I mistook someone."
"Mistook who?" Zhong Qiaohui looked around and asked, "What's the matter? Do you know someone here? Come on, do you want me to call out for you? What's their name?"
Seeing that she was getting into it, Zhang Sanfeng's face went from green to black, and he suddenly said to Zhan Dapeng, "Let's go upstairs."
"Aren't you going to check anymore?" Zhan Dapeng harbored a bit of worry inside him.
It's said to be a gift from Brother Zhang, but if someone tampered with it without Brother Zhang's knowledge...
"What exactly happened?" A sense of bad news was palpable, and Zhong Qiaohui narrowed her eyes, her tone becoming more serious as she asked.
