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The waiter was startled and then... promptly turned around and filed out one after another.
Feng Yanyan was taken aback.
Meanwhile, Yan Nansheng once again lifted his arm and held her slim waist tightly, declaring his ownership. His deep, captivating peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly as he mocked the man behind the dining table, "And who is this wimp?"
Feng Yanyan had been feeling like a princess protected by her knight but stiffened upon hearing those words.
Er, how should she explain?
Chengbing immediately stood up, his voice icy and sharp, "And who is this nouveau riche?"
Feng Yanyan: "..."
Yan Nansheng loosened his hold, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he rolled up his shirt sleeves, and said teasingly, "It's been a while since anyone's dared to provoke me like this."
Feng Yanyan hastily tugged at him, "Big Brother Sheng, don't be impulsive, this man..."