"Young Master Qin, is there anything else you need?"
Jing Yanhe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked.
He didn't expect that his subordinates would almost cause a big trouble.
Qin Chen's gaze immediately shifted to Wu Han and Zhuang Yan.
Seeing Qin Chen's gaze directed at them,
Wu Han and Zhuang Yan naturally trembled.
Their eyes were filled with indescribable shock.
Especially Wu Han.
He never dreamed that Qin Chen would be acquainted with Jing Yanhe.
"These two, I don't want to see them in the West Origin Immortal Tower again."
Qin Chen said indifferently, then walked towards the second floor with Mon Tianran.
Wu Han's face instantly turned ugly.
They had struggled so hard to enter this West Origin Immortal Tower to attend the conference.
And now they were being kicked out like this?
"Please, gentlemen?"
Jing Yanhe looked at Wu Han with a cold face.
"Brother Wu Han, what should we do?" Zhuang Yan frowned.
"Leave."
Wu Han's face was also livid.
