Da Yan gave a sly grin at Luo Baoyan and then glanced at Xiao Yifei. A flash of fear crossed his eyes, quickly covered by a sinister expression. He turned back to Luo Baoyan. "These are all my friends, Uncle Luo, you don't need to worry."
"So, you bring your friends..."
Luo Baoyan looked at Da Yan. He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
"Haha, Uncle Luo, I told you there's nothing to worry about."
Da Yan laughed wildly, his demeanor somewhat frenzied, "Uncle Luo, aren't you also at odds with the Zhou Family? Zhou Meifeng is my woman, you know that. Now Zhou Meifeng is messing around outside, finding other men. Can I, Da Yan, tolerate this?"
When Luo Baoyan heard Da Yan's words, he turned to look at Zhou Meifeng. Upon hearing this, he realized that Xiao Yifei, standing next to Zhou Meifeng, was the man Da Yan was talking about. No wonder Zhou Meifeng looked so stylish and beautiful now. She had found herself a rich man.