As Murong Qingqing's face expressed pity and concern for Feng Lin, he, acting like a mad dog, continued to ravingly shout...
"Hu Xiaobei, you have no qualifications to participate in an exhibition of this level at all. I advise you to get out of here quickly, or else I..."
He couldn't finish his words.
Because at that moment, he suddenly felt a bit of pain in his right arm...
Looking down, he discovered an extra needle at his elbow.
"Did Hu Xiaobei do this?"
As he said this, Feng Lin looked up at Hu Xiaobei and saw him smiling bright and cheerful.
"Idiot, what? Want to try to acupuncture me to death? You're far from good enough!"
Jeering like this, Feng Lin walked quickly to Su Guo, holding up his arm.
After he steadied himself, he hurriedly said, "Chairman Su, did you see that? Even in front of you, this Hu Xiaobei still made his move. He really is this kind of person, you must quickly kick him out from here, otherwise, who knows what he might do next!"