Chapter 696 Who's throwing a tantrum_1

Lan Lan was rather frantic. She snatched a tissue from a friend beside her and wiped it haphazardly, cursing.

"Where did this rabble-rouser come from? Guards, why haven't they been driven out yet?"

Everyone looked at the perpetrator, and their faces froze in surprise.

The individual held a red wine bottle, a cold smirk played at the corner of their lips. Seemingly nonchalant, they glanced at the bottle in their hand, let go, and slammed it heavily on the ground.

The fragments of the wine bottle scattered, causing the nearby girls to jump back in alarm.

"It's you." Lan Lan clearly recognized the person in front of her, her eyes grew cold, and some arrogance lifted her chin, "Qiao Xiaren, what kind of scene are you causing here? Is this really a place for you?"