Luo Nan, who was outside the restaurant, was a bit baffled.
Out of the blue, a beautiful girl with a pale face bumped into his embrace.
Then a fully armed fellow with sunglasses and a mask caught up from behind. He didn't care about the group of people and extended his hand to pull.
Then the hedonistic young master He Donglou, who was treating tonight, sent a flying kick. He sent the sunglasses-masked man flying into the glass door. The sunglasses were slanted, revealing a large portion of his handsome and twisted face. He had a bit of an impression.
With great difficulty, Luo Nan was able to match the handsome faces and identities of the man and woman.
"Huh, Clara?"
They were all from the same company as his sister. Clara in his embrace was a member of the BHD group. Though it was an eighteenth-tier group, she was extremely good-looking. Another member of the group, Bai Yu, had contacted him twice recently. They had arranged to have a meal together. Their relationship could be considered decent from Luo Nan's perspective.
As for the sunglasses-masked man, he had an impression of him:
Lan Lin, the so-called high-quality idol... But he still hadn't been captured? He was one of the female celebrity Ji Qiong's friends with benefits. It was reasonable to say that he was a high-risk person for the Mutant infection. What the hell was the branch doing?
"Oh my! We're kindred spirits!"
Perhaps it was Luo Nan's misperception, but He Donglou's tone was a bit odd. However, this also proved that He Donglou finally recognized who this person was. The smile on his face changed a bit. He walked over with his hands clasped behind his back. He didn't wait for Lan Lin to crawl up and stomped him to the ground: "I never thought that you would have a bit of dogshit luck, kid."
He Donglou had stomped Lan Lin in order to express his attitude in front of Luo Nan. But now it was inevitably mixed with personal resentment. He twisted his neck, feeling unwell from head to toe. He originally wanted to have a one-night stand with that female artist called Ji Qiong, but he never thought that she was actually a carrier of the Mutant infection virus. He was tossed and turned by the military medical organization several times in the following week. It was with great difficulty that he was able to pass the test.
Now it seemed that the kid, Lan Lin, had escaped a calamity. This made him feel quite unhappy.
He Donglou felt that it was natural for his family to stomp on others, but he was a bit too arrogant. Lan Lin was an idol that millions and millions of boys and girls chased after him. How could he endure such extraordinary humiliation?
As an idol, Lan Lin's physical qualities were decent. He immediately arched his back and straightened his body, causing He Donglou to stagger. Then he held the glass door and struggled to get up, shouting:
"Security, security!"
Lan Lin's personal assistant, follower, and bodyguard discovered the problem at this time. They made a big fuss as they rushed over. Luo Nan and He Donglou had no lack of bodyguards by their side. As for the restaurant's security guards, it was impossible for them to ignore this situation. They immediately sent more people to control the situation. A group of people crowded the entrance of the restaurant...
Luo Nan was very vexed by this sort of scene. If tonight's banquet didn't involve an important matter, he simply wanted to turn around and leave.
Luo Nan let out another sigh. He lowered his head to look at the beautiful girl in his embrace, who was in a dazed state: "Hey, Clara. Are you alright?"
The second greeting finally brought Clara back to her senses from her absent-minded state. She quickly recognized Luo Nan. She also roughly recognized the current situation. She subconsciously struggled for a bit and came out from Luo Nan's embrace:
"Thank you, Mr. Luo."
The way Clara addressed him was far more distant than on the day they first met. She wasn't in a good state of mind, but she also had the modesty of a woman. She also wanted to save face. The more it was like this, the harder it was to say some words. She was even more unwilling to stay here for too long. She didn't turn around to look at Lan Lin's condition. She bowed once more towards Luo Nan:
"I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll apologize to you later."
Clara didn't even raise her head after speaking. She wanted to leave with quick steps.
Just as she passed by Luo Nan, Luo Nan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to a stop.
"Wait a moment. Don't go yet."
This action was more or less the same as Lan Lin's. Clara's heart tightened, and she looked back in shock.
The entrance to the restaurant was crowded with people. Naturally, He Donglou wouldn't put himself in danger. He had long since retreated back. He was originally mulling over how to deal with that pretty boy Lan Lin, but when he saw Luo Nan's actions, he couldn't help but join in the fun. He immediately laughed:
"Look at the trouble in front of you. You want to leave with just a word of thanks? How could it be that easy?"
This fellow wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't take liberties with the beautiful girl. It wasn't even a matter of taking liberties. At least Luo Nan remembered that He Donglou was quite interested in Clara during the last rehearsal.
So Luo Nan gave him a cold glance.
He Donglou immediately responded with a smiling face, appearing to be quite good-tempered. But at this time, whether it was Clara, who was close by, or Lan Lin, who was separated by the crowd, they both recognized this extremely famous Crown Prince Bro in their circle. With Luo Nan's keen senses, he was already aware of Clara's instantly stiffening body and her highly taut mental state. This made her even more terrified and flustered than when Lan Lin had caught up.
It was very clear that the young girl's thoughts were crooked.
As for Lan Lin, when he saw He Donglou's face clearly, his chest, which was about to explode from being squeezed by a ruthless aura, was like a punctured balloon. In a short amount of time, he became a piece of soft skin. The ground beneath his feet became even softer. He shrunk down the moment he touched the glass door. In his mind, he just wanted to be a dog. He borrowed the crowd of people in front of him to tuck his tail between his legs and hide in a crack in the ground.
Oh, Lan Lin subconsciously shot a glance at the restaurant when he thought of a dog, but he didn't see the woman who had driven him here. This sucked away the last bit of strength he had. It was as if his brain had been scrubbed clean. Large expanses of blankness.
"Oh my. Did I say something wrong?"
He Donglou really liked this sort of 'BOSS' who became the focus and source of everyone's fear … … No, he didn't need to act. If he didn't rein in the rope, then this bro would be a devil incarnate. It wouldn't be a pity if he was stabbed to death by a hero.
Luo Nan didn't want to stab him to death for now, but he really wanted to give him a kick. This was clearly a very serious matter, yet this silkpants had bumped into a fork in the road.
Actually, Luo Nan's thoughts were very simple. He had seriously sized up Lan Lin before, confirming that this person hadn't been infected by the Mutant virus. But the homework he had done some time ago showed that there was a difference between an infected person and a carrier. Lan Lin, who was a public figure, was a natural spreader who couldn't control his pants. He was truly a very troublesome source of danger.
Though Luo Nan didn't care about the Mutant virus infection anymore, Clara was still a friend he had interacted with before. Expanding layer by layer, there was also the BHD group, Hai Jing, and even the circle of relatives and friends like Mo Ya. Looking at the relationship between Clara and Lan Lin, they should be quite close. If by any chance she was infected, then the problem would be very serious. For the sake of caution, Luo Nan had to do an examination. He couldn't let her leave no matter what.
Right when he was having a headache about how to convince the fearful Clara to accept the examination, someone walked over with a smile. She held Clara's other arm: "Barbie, don't listen to their inappropriate words … …"
Clara, who was in a state of panic, turned her head when she heard someone call her by her nickname. She saw a woman wearing sunglasses, dressed in a low-key and elegant manner. This face was even more familiar, even though it lacked the powerful aura that she usually had.
"Sister Weiwei!"
The person who had come was actually the first-rate female artist of the company. She was a strong competitor for the future number one sister, Xi Wei. Only now did Clara recall that Xi Wei was He Donglou's lover. It wasn't unexpected for them to appear here together.
Clara looked at the beautiful and familiar face before her eyes. Even though they weren't normally close, Clara still felt a bit emotional. The rims of her eyes immediately turned red.
The current Xi Wei wasn't as aloof and cold as she normally was. Instead, she displayed the bearing of the number one sister of the company: "Barbie, you should be happy that you kicked a trash man ahead of time. Okay, if you keep shedding tears, I can't help but question your level of image management. "
"I'm sorry." The stricter seniority relationships in the company as well as the clearer hierarchy made Clara's heartstrings subconsciously taut.
Actually, her heart was still filled with bewilderment and fear right now. Xi Wei's appearance didn't lower the intensity of her fear. Instead, it increased it. After all, this wasn't a group occasion in the company. She even hid it from her manager, Hai Jing, in order to go on a date with Lan Lin … … It would be great if things really developed like a romantic story. But she was truly alone and helpless in this current situation.
It was also at this time that all sorts of facts and rumors within the industry were like demonic winds blowing from all sides. They seeped into every gap in her thoughts. At this very moment, let alone Xi Wei, even if the company's supervisors and directors were here, it would be hard for Clara to think in an optimistic direction.
Xi Wei's unprecedentedly gentle tone still lingered by her ears, but it seeped into the bottom of her heart with a dense chill: "This is the suburbs. You're in a daze right now. No one will feel at ease if you go home by yourself. How about … …"
Xi Wei originally wanted to drag Clara along to the banquet. Seeing Luo Nan's reaction, Xi Wei had a good impression of this little girl. But when she spoke to this point, she felt that she couldn't overstep her boundaries. She couldn't help but be stuck for a moment. Then someone followed up her words:
"How about we first get a room to rest for a bit and tidy things up. We can wait for Mr. Luo to finish his discussion and come out. Then we can go back together."
Someone pushed open the restaurant's outer door as they spoke. Warm steam came out along with a fragrant wind, blowing away the crowd of people outside.
Luo Nan saw that the speaker was a middle-aged woman with a unique temperament. She had short hair similar to a boy's, and she wore a low-cut suit geared towards women. She was a bit unfamiliar. But the person walking shoulder to shoulder with her couldn't be any more familiar.
"Brother Bamboo Pole."
Bamboo Pole beamed as he waved his hand in greeting: "You're free today. Come eat a feast."
"Young Master He is treating. Brother, you're … …"
"I'm also here to see a friend." Bamboo Pole didn't chat with him in depth. He nodded and gave the initiative of the conversation back to Sun Jiayi.
Sun Jiayi didn't pay attention to the other people present. She walked straight to Luo Nan, bowed slightly, and offered her name card with both hands: "Sun Jiayi, one of the local supervisors. I failed to control the situation just now and disturbed Teacher Luo. I ask for your forgiveness."
Since she called him Teacher Luo, then she was certainly from the inner world. She was also Bamboo Pole's friend. Luo Nan wouldn't treat her badly. He accepted the name card with both hands. He felt that Sun Jiayi's suggestion had touched the bottom of his heart. He took advantage of the situation and said:
"Sister Sun's suggestion is the best. Clara, why don't you rest here for a bit? We can go together later."
Luo Nan needed to give Clara a checkup. He also needed to contact He Yueyin or Her Majesty Empress Wu to clearly ask about the follow-up handling of the Mutant invasion. He had already instructed Qin Yikun, who followed by his side, to make arrangements through the HexaEar. However, he was a bit regretful at this time. He didn't bring Cat Eyes along. Otherwise, he would have saved quite a bit of time and effort.
Realistically speaking, Clara's will didn't carry much weight now that Luo Nan had made the decision.
Luo Nan was worried that she was overthinking things. He simply flipped through his communications book: "How about I get someone to come over and accompany you? Bai Yu and the others are nearby. Cat Eyes …."
"No need. I'm fine by myself." Clara's voice was a bit hurried, reflecting an intense feeling of rejection. But soon she pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids. Her slightly curled hair hung down from her forehead. She really was like an exquisite Barbie doll, allowing herself to be manipulated by others.
It seemed that there really was a bit of a misunderstanding.
Luo Nan was able to feel that Clara's mental cage was withering and warping. There was still a bit of space that was unwavering. This kind of willpower had already exceeded the norm.
Xi Wei continued to display the demeanor of a big sister. She stuck closer to Clara's body and laughed lightly: "I can accompany Barbie for a chat. I'm not joking. I've always felt that this is a good thing."
Clara didn't open her mouth, so she didn't have any objections. Luo Nan grunted, and He Donglou didn't refuse. He just said: "You're done settling things. Hurry up and come over."
And so, the matter on this side was settled.
He Donglou and Luo Nan walked inside, and the crowd of people in front of the restaurant naturally dispersed. As for a certain person who was curled up into a ball by the glass door ….
Who cared?
Luo Nan turned his head back. His target was Bamboo Pole: "Bro, do you want to come together?"
"No need. Let's not disturb each other." Bamboo Pole giggled and waved his hand. Sun Jiayi shot him a covert glare, but Bamboo Pole didn't pay any attention to her.
Luo Nan saw all of these small details and chuckled twice. He felt that this was a bit interesting.
He really envied Bamboo Pole's carefree and easygoing attitude. Not to mention that Bamboo Pole also hid extraordinary wisdom within … … Whether it was the depth and breadth of knowledge when Bamboo Pole taught him, or the penetrating and incisive theses of the Order, or the fact that Bamboo Pole was the first to break through the barrier of nearly 1500 participants and enter B-rank. All of this proved that Bamboo Pole was extraordinary.
The group of people continued to walk inside. He Donglou was a young master who loved to step on salted fish the most. He felt refreshed and his mind was lively, so he came over and said: "Since we're friends, let's drink a few cups together. Actually, it's good to have Clara accompany you. We brothers drink for the sake of being relaxed and at ease … …"
Luo Nan cast a sidelong glance at him. He never felt that he had any sort of brotherly friendship with this fellow. They walked a few more steps as they spoke, and four diners suddenly stood up at a table at the edge of the aisle. They greeted from afar:
"Teacher Luo."
He Donglou's words were interrupted. He was stupefied for a moment. Luo Nan blinked his eyes and responded: "Uh, hello."
Luo Nan thought that perhaps they were people who had participated in the training course on the 14th. As for the specifics, how could he remember so many people when there were 1500 of them?
Luo Nan didn't pay attention to this sort of thing. He passed by the table of people.
But a mere half a second later, a figure stood up diagonally in front of him. It was originally a single person, but the momentum caused the people at the table to be unable to resist. They subconsciously stood up as well.
"Teacher Luo." It was still an unfamiliar face. He was forty or fifty years old, but he was the same as the people at the table in front of him. All of them had respectful expressions on their faces. The confused expressions of the other people at the table were all the more distinct.
Luo Nan could only respond: "No need to be polite. You guys eat."
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