In an instant, Ding Lan's face turned pale. It felt as if a bottle of mixed emotions had been knocked over in her heart, leaving her unable to utter a single word.
The entire private room fell into dead silence.
The Ding family stared at Zhao Dong in a daze.
Finally, with an incredulous look, Ding Xingteng's voice trembled as he spoke, "Zhao Dong, how… how do you know these people?"
Zhao Dong glanced at Ding Xingteng, whose face instantly flushed red, then turned pale. In that moment, he felt like a complete clown in Zhao Dong's eyes.
Zhao Dong stretched lazily and stood up. He glanced at Ding Xingteng and Tian Fangmei, asking indifferently, "Uncle, Auntie, do you still think my friends are a bad influence?"
Ding Xingteng and Tian Fangmei both felt their faces burn with a painful sting, as if they had just been slapped.
