What Mo Yuqi hadn't expected was that the person with the most intense reaction wasn't Zhang Mingqing, but Old Fu from the No. 8 VIP seat! Old Fu firmly held onto the Copper Coin on the table and loudly said, "How could Miss Mo leave? If anyone should leave, it's Li Benqun!"
With a swish, Li Benqun's complexion turned extremely ugly. He was only seated in the No. 24 VIP seat, whereas Old Fu was a distinguished guest in the No. 8 VIP seat!
"Old Fu, it seems that this isn't the No. 8 VIP seat, is it? It's hardly your turn to drive people away!"
Although somewhat apprehensive of Old Fu, Li Benqun still stared at him unyieldingly. If he left now in such a frustrated manner, it would be far too embarrassing!
"You're right, here, it's indeed not my place to drive anyone away. General Manager Zhang, what do you think?" Old Fu looked at Zhang Mingqing with a calm gaze, knowing that Zhang Mingqing was also a coin enthusiast, and they had exchanged views before.
