The rest of them couldn't sit still and quickly left the room.
Everyone was afraid of Gong Zeli's anger.
After all, everyone knew that he had once beaten his classmate into a vegetable.
And his illness…
It was said that it had never been cured.
Hence, his illness could act up at any moment.
But no one wanted to be beaten into a vegetative state by him. In less than a minute, the group of playboys left the private room.
Only the person in the washroom didn't know what was happening outside.
In the washroom, the two of them were in a heated argument.
It was only when Gong Zeli kicked the door open that the person inside heard the commotion and stopped.
"Which bastard…" The dissatisfied man was fuming with anger after being interrupted. But the woman in his arms exclaimed," Y-Young Master Gong…"
"What, Young Master Gong?"
