Raging Xiao Fangfang (Part 2) _1

At the urging of Ye Xiong and Wang Tong, Du Feiyu, who was already seventy percent drunk, suddenly had a burst of manic energy. He picked up his phone and dialed persistently.

Fueled by his unwavering conviction, the call finally connected.

"Who are you?" a cold voice asked from the other end.

Even through the phone, Ye Xiong could feel Xiao Fangfang's impending explosion of rage. He could just imagine the woken Xiao Fangfang's face turning the color of pig's blood.

It was a pity that Du Feiyu, already seventy percent drunk and thoroughly brainwashed by Ye Xiong and Wang Tong, failed to detect any of Xiao Fangfang's anger. He announced loudly, "My name is Du Feiyu! I'm Brother Xiong's friend. Tonight, when you came into the private room, I asked you to sit next to me. Remember?"

"Who gave you my number?" Xiao Fangfang asked coldly.

"It was Brother Xiong..."