Zhou Qingxue's face was livid as she coldly said, "Whether I have a heavy taste or not, what's it got to do with you? Even if these people are old, they're still much better than you two. If you don't leave, don't blame me for not giving you face. I haven't even finished venting my anger from yesterday."
Having said that, Zhou Qingxue picked up a glass of wine and splashed it on Su Changfeng's face, then shouted loudly, "Security, come quick, there are two guys sneaking in here. These two don't have an invitation. Hurry up and throw them out."
The security here was particularly tight, and hearing Zhou Qingxue's voice, several security guards rushed towards her.
"Sir, please show your invitation." A person looking like the head of security said to Su Changfeng.
"I don't have one." Su Changfeng said, spreading his hands.
"You don't?" The head of security raised his eyebrows seriously.
