Juyan did not take the onlookers seriously. In his world, only those with the surname Ju were worthy of being considered human. To him, all those people holding up their phones to film were nothing but cabbages and radishes. He had never feared trouble; after all, he had the money to smooth everything over. Even a formal, black-and-white court verdict hadn’t been enough to send him to prison—I had only recently learned that the guy had applied for medical parole and taken an extended vacation abroad.
Facing this black-hearted, arrogant man, I still had to lower my voice and stroke his ego. "Alright, honey, let's talk this through. There's no need for violence! You’ve really misunderstood us. Mr. Hello is here on a business trip, and we’re just colleagues having a meal. We’re in a public place; what could we possibly be doing? Look at you, making such a scene—you’re just giving the bystanders a show. It’s so embarrassing if word gets out!"
In truth, all three of us knew exactly who Mr. Hello was, but I simply refused to admit it. Besides, Yan Luo was already a lost cause; Juyan couldn't possibly be jealous of a man who couldn't even stand on his own. I had to ensure Yan Luo’s safety first; the worst I’d get when I returned home would be a beating.
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