Chapter 167: Misunderstanding. Everything is a misunderstanding

Chapter 167: Misunderstanding. Everything is a misunderstanding

The atmosphere fell into a weird silence. It was supposed to be a scene of comfort and relief for everyone, but it turned into an awkward silence.

Liu Menghan pulled his hand out of Zhou Ping’s hand, regaining her seriousness. It’s just that the redness on her face couldn’t go down, rather, it became more serious.

“Miaoyan, arrange a car for me.” Zhou Ping also found that the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing, but he turned a blind eye and ordered Zuo Miaoyan.

“Yes, master. The slave will make the arrangements,” Zuo Miaoyan replied,, and she left.

“This young master has been wooing school flowers!” Yan Lihao looked at the direction where Zuo Miaoyan had disappeared, and then at Liu Menghan whose ears were red, and finally looked at Zhou Ping with envy.

“I will solve the problem. You don’t have to worry.” Zhou Ping said and walked outside the door.

Everyone did not speak, and Li Xiaoyi’s worried eyes disappeared. Everyone gave way and let Zhou Ping and Liu Menghan go out.

“Is this Zhou Ping reliable? How about we secretly follow him? The Ji family is not easy to provoke, what if they lose money?” Ouyang Chuan said with some worry.

“No need,” Li Xiaoyi said. “When Young Master Zhou takes action, everything will be fine. A Ji family doesn’t dare to provoke him.”

“The Ji family dare not mess with him?” Ouyang Chuan was a little skeptical.

“What’s the identity of Young Master Zhou? How dare you even dare not mess with the Ji family? Young Master Zhou… Zhou… Could it be…” Ouyang Chuan was shocked.

“The Zhou family! The Zhou family, the head of the six families?” Ouyang Chuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Li Xiaoyi smiled slightly without answering.

“If this is the case, there is absolutely no problem with the Zhou family. It seems that we don’t need to worry.” Ouyang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although Li Xiaoyi did not answer, the answer was already very obvious.

Zuo Miaoyan drove the car. Zhou Ping sat shotgun, Liu Menghan sat in the back.

The group did not speak, and Liu Menghan’s thoughts were chaotic.

“Why did he stand up for me? Is it really because I stopped Nan Yichen for him? Will he be implicated?” Liu Menghan looked at Zhou Ping through the rearview mirror, and then looked at Miaoyan to the left.

“This one is called Zuo Miaoyan. The relationship with her is obviously not a simple relationship between the master and the subordinate. Wu Jingxian… and actually treated me last time…

“But he is quite responsible. At least, he is not afraid of things. He is not afraid when he hears the Ji family.” Liu Menghan looked at Zhou Ping, who closed his eyes and rested in the passenger seat. Her nervousness settled down inexplicably. After a while, Liu Menghan actually fell asleep in the car.

Perhaps, it was because of heavy mental pressure and fatigue that Liu Menghan actually snored slightly.

“This Liu Menghan is really big-hearted, so she can still sleep?” Zhou Ping opened his eyes and smiled, then closed his eyes again.

“It’s natural to have the master take action,” Zuo Miaoyan said with a smile.

“Take action? Tell you, Liu Menghan is afraid because she still doesn’t know my identity.” Zhou Ping grinned.

“I don’t know how this girl became the president of the Student Union.”

“This is the so-called being in the game. If you care about it, it will be messy.” Zuo Miaoyan also smiled.

“The master didn’t directly state his identity?”

“No need, a Ji family scared her like that. If she knew my background from the beginning, won’t she treat me like a tiger? Haha,” Zhou Ping said with a smile.

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Riding the car, the group soon arrived at Dinghao Hotel.

Liu Menghan, who had woke up in a daze, reconfirmed with a nervous expression, “Are you really going?”

Zhou Ping ignored Liu Menghan and walked into Dinghao Hotel.

“I’m looking for Ji Haoyu,” Zhou Ping said when he arrived at the front desk.

“Master Ji is already waiting for you upstairs.” It was not the front desk who spoke, but the man in suit who had been standing by the front desk.

Zhou Ping nodded, and took Zuo Miaoyan and Liu Menghan along with the man in the suit.

Dinghao Hotel was not just a place to simply eat. Of course, as far as the current situation was concerned, these had nothing to do with Zhou Ping. After all, they were not here for fun.

Zhou Ping was taken to the front of a tea room.

“Master Ji is inside.” After the man in the suit said, he stared closely at Zhou Ping and his face was defensive, as if he was afraid that Zhou Ping would suddenly repent and run away.

“Running away?” Zhou Ping shook his head. “Since we are here, how can we suddenly escape? Ji Haoyu’s thinking is too narrow.”

Too lazy to pay attention to the man in suit, Zhou Ping pushed the door of the tea room. There was a long table in the tea room with several chairs in front and back. A man sat in front of a long table, sipping tea slowly. Behind the man stood two burly bodyguards, he knew at a glance that they were practicing external skills.

“Oh, you really dare to come.” Ji Haoyu put down his teacup and looked up at Zhou Ping. When he glanced over at Liu Menghan and saw Zhou Ping, he was suddenly taken aback.

Ji Haoyu was shocked by the cold sweat on his head. How could it be this master?

“Here we are, what do you want?” Liu Menghan couldn’t control himself when he saw Ji Haoyu, showing an angry expression on his face.

“I… want… please drink tea.” Ji Haoyu looked away, not daring to look at Zhou Ping. Hearing Liu Menghan’s questioning, Ji Haoyu’s brain was agitated, and his conversation suddenly changed.

“Please… invite us to have tea?” Liu Menghan was taken aback, and then sneered.

“Master Ji still doesn’t know how to joke. If you have something to say clearly. How on Earth are you willing to expose this matter.”

“Misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding.” Ji Haoyu turned his head and looked at Liu Menghan.

“Ji Haoyu, what are you up too?” Liu Menghan had deep doubts in her eyes. She came here to save herself. Looking at this, why was it not quite right?

“I know that I did something wrong before, and I confess my mistake. Please also Miss Liu, regardless of who was wrong, forgive me for this offense.”

Ji Haoyu stood up with a sincere expression on his face and bowed to Liu Menghan ninety degrees, but the light from his eyes kept gazing at Zhou Ping.