As soon as Alana’s voice fell, Han Boming walked from the crowd with a cold face, holding an inaccessible posture.
The moment he saw the old man in the tunic suit, his expression changed!
“Old Zheng, how could you…”
Han Boming was surprised. Just about to talk a few words, he heard a bang. The old man in Chinese tunic suit dropped his teacup heavily on the table, suddenly got up and strode towards Alana, leaving Han Boming standing there. , His hand stretched out awkwardly.
There was a snicker from the crowd.
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