"Are you done talking already?" Wu Shan and the other players ran into the private room after Han Fei left.
At that moment, Qiangwei was the only one sitting at the table in the private room; he looked pale.
"Han Fei doesn't want to join us?" Wu Shan was not a fool; seeing Qiangwei's ashen face, he knew the negotiations must have failed.
"The problem right now isn't whether he wants to join us or not," Qiangwei glanced at the chopsticks that had pierced the door: "Just be careful when you're in contact with him in the future."
"Is that person dangerous? Isn't he just a third-rate star?" The female assistant didn't like flirts: "If it weren't for his seven wives, he probably wouldn't have survived the first night."
