He was dragging his suitcase to leave, but Nan Mufeng caught him with a pull.
"Pei Di, I'm very interested in your eyes."
The icy voice was like a sound from hell. Pei Di suddenly felt cold, even though the air conditioning was on in the VIP lounge.
"Young Master Nan, I don't like this kind of joke."
"I do."
Nan Mufeng's grip tightened, and Pei Di's expression changed dramatically. With all the eyes on them and the surveillance in the area, Nan Mufeng actually dared to assault him directly!
Looking again at Nan Mufeng, he hadn't made any excessive movements, only grabbing Pei Di's arm. To others, this action didn't seem abnormal.
Only Pei Di could truly feel his strength!
The bones in his arm were about to be crushed!
Pei Di's face turned pale rapidly, cold sweat breaking out as he endured the pain.
"Talk or not?" Nan Mufeng asked.
"Talk," Pei Di had to say.
"Good." Nan Mufeng let go, turned away, and said, "Follow me."
