A man, towering at six foot three, strode confidently towards them, followed by uniformed security guards. It looked just like the lead-up to a gang fight.
Xiao Xiao calmly raised her phone, filmed a short video, and sent it to the man who was currently chatting.
Over there, Dad Xiong, feeling quite self-important, lifted his chin as if he were going to crush the three men in front of him with his overwhelming aura. Nose in the air, he said, "Who told me to move my car? My car isn't moved for free."
Fang Hui couldn't be bothered to waste words with such a person, so he told the young guard, "Go get your manager out here."
The guard glanced at Dad Xiong with difficulty, the man let out a proud smirk at the corner of his lips, "Manager? Even the manager has to look at my face. I'm telling you, this Kong Mansion Banquet is owned by my family. What? You didn't think you'd be at my mercy when you bullied my son on that plane, did you?"
