Li Siru saw Lu Beiyao coming over, and felt even guiltier, subconsciously taking a step back.
Li Mengru quickly stepped forward, "Beiyao, you're just in time. Sisi didn't mean to lay hands on the guests; it was these two guests who provoked first!"
"Lu Beiyao?!" Zhang Yang heard the name, his arrogance diminished a bit, and he faced him.
Lu Beiyao looked at them silently, with a strong sense of oppression.
Seeing such a dignified man, Zhao Xinxin couldn't help but be stunned, but seeing Li Mengru standing beside him, her face similar to Li Siru's, she covered her face in anger.
"President Lu, I've heard so much about you!" Zhang Yang reached over to make an acquaintance, Lu Beiyao just glanced at him indifferently.
