Qi Shenbai frowned slightly and repeated the number again. Now, everyone was looking for who Number 250 was.
Xu Jiaojiao looked at Tiantian. "Are you 250?"
Tiantian pouted. "Isn't that slang for an idiot? No way, that's not me!"
Xu Jiaojiao then looked at Xu Zhengyang, who was sitting on the other side. "Brother, are you 250?"
Xu Zhengyang, who was drinking red wine, paused for a moment. Then, he replied in an unconcerned tone, "I don't know. Anyway, it's not me."
Xu Jiaojiao looked at Xu Zhengyang's empty wrist. He was not wearing a number tag.
"Brother, where's your number plate? Don't tell me you lost it."
"Who wants to wear that stupid number tag all the time?" Xu Zhengyang stopped drinking and casually took out his hand from his pocket for a moment before throwing it on the table. "I didn't lose it."
Xu Jiaojiao and Tiantian curiously came over to take a look at the number plate and were instantly stunned.