Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, unable to guess the relationship.
If according to Zhao Dong's statement, the two of them are really friends, why would Meng Jiao hold a gun and a stick when she opens her mouth?
Out of the pride of a good woman, Liang Xiao would naturally not be polite.
She replied forcefully: "Did Miss Meng misunderstand something? Zhao Dong and I are friends and we just came to the banquet together. Is there anything to misunderstand?"
"Besides, Miss Su and I are also good friends. She will definitely not be so stingy."
Meng Jiao didn't accept the move, "Really? Zhao Dong, you have so many friends, and they are all so outstanding!"
With that said, she turned around and said, "Mr. Wei, let's go!"
Wei Dongming smiled and said, "You two, the beautiful lady has an appointment. Wei Mou will excuse me now!"
When he turned around, he looked at Zhao Dong proudly, and then hugged Meng Jiao provocatively.
Without waiting to lift his feet, Zhao Dong said: "Wait a minute!"
Wei Dongming looked back like a victor: "Zhao Dong, do you have anything else to do?"
Zhao Dong said calmly, "Let her go!"
Wei Dongming was stunned. He thought he heard wrongly, so he dug his ears and said, "What did you say?"
Zhao Dong stared at Wei Dongming and said word by word: "I'll fucking let you go!"
Now it was Liang Xiao's turn to be dumbfounded and wanted to open her mouth, but she couldn't understand what was going on.
Wei Dongming couldn't bear to lose face, so he lowered his voice and said: "Zhao Dong, please keep your mouth clean for me!"
"I'm telling you, for Miss Liang's sake, I don't want to talk to you, so don't be shameless!"
"Don't always behave like a stinky gangster. Where do you think this place is?"
"There are so many leaders in the hall and so many reporters outside the hall. What do you want to do to me? How dare you do to me?"
Seeing Zhao Dong's silence, he became more confident, "Tell you, Zhao Dong, I am telling you this not because I, Wei Dongming, am afraid of you, but because you have to figure it out!"
"Meng Jiao is now my female companion, what qualifications do you have to interfere with her freedom?"
"joke!"
Zhao Dong took a deep breath and walked forward slowly.
Liang Xiao tried to pull it a few times, but it turned out that he couldn't hold it at all, and the people were followed by him.
She was a little nervous and said in a panic: "Zhao Dong, what are you doing? If you have something to say, please say it!"
Zhao Dong ignored it and continued walking forward.
Wei Dongming felt nervous for no reason, his legs felt weak, and even his breathing was messed up.
There was nothing I could do. The only few contests he had with Zhao Dong, he always ended up in embarrassment, and there was already a shadow in his heart!
The dispute here was quickly noticed by those who were interested.
For a while, the atmosphere gradually became quiet.
Some people were chatting and watching what was going on in the venue.
Even a few security guards from the outfield appeared in the corner of the banquet hall at some unknown time.
Also coming in were several plainclothes security officers.
As expected, everyone's eyes fell on the field!
Especially Zhao Dong, who gave people an indescribable deterrent force, forcing them to treat him with caution!
Zhao Dong ignored it and stepped forward.
When he was still one step away from Wei Dongming, he stopped.
Zhao Dong asked condescendingly: "Wei Dongming, has the scar healed and forgotten the pain?"
"If you have a bad memory, I don't mind giving you a heads up!"
"If you think I don't dare to take action, try saying 'no' again?"
Wei Dongming clenched his fists. He originally wanted to say something harsh to regain the situation, but when he saw Zhao Dong's increasingly gloomy eyes, he finally gave up.
He lacked confidence and said: "Zhao Dong, what do you want?"
Zhao Dong's eyes were half-squinted, "Go away, I have something to say to her alone!"
Wei Dongming couldn't get off stage, especially in front of Liang Xiao and Meng Jiao.
Zhao Dong's current behavior is no different than a slap in the face!
In the banquet hall, the discussion became weaker and weaker, leaving only the music and the clinking of wine glasses!