The private room's door suddenly burst open with a bang, like an earthquake, making the whole room tremble.
A rush of air swept in, passing over Liuu Ruyan's hands.
The sound of broken glass bottles falling to the floor startled her.
The thugs inside the room were also surprised, scrambling to their feet and turning to look at the doorway.
When Liuu Ruyan saw the man at the door, her nose tingled, and feeling dizzy, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
On the other side of the private room, Song Hanlin and his group, hearing the commotion, quickly came out of their room.
They hadn't expected Liuu Ruyan to be inside.
They were just over a meter away from Long Fei, but they felt an icy chill on their skin, as though standing beside a snowman.
"Fuck your mother, who the hell are you?"
A thug, holding a wine bottle and with a cigarette in his mouth, stared at Long Fei and cursed in anger.