"Look at that firework in her hand! Do you know how much it's worth?"

Meng Yan remained expressionless and silent.

Zhu Rong gave a wry smile, "This firework, worth 300,000, is just for Miss Huo to use as an experiment!"

"Have you said enough?" Meng Yan said coldly. "Your car will be here soon, so hurry up and leave."

"You're always so blind to reality!" Zhu Rong walked around to face him. "Meng Yan... I know your feelings, you're still deeply in love with her... but you're from completely different worlds! She charges 300,000 yuan for just one firework, can you afford that?"

"Even if you could satisfy her, could you go to such lengths for her graduation project, like that little prince did, and gather all the master craftsmen from the royal fireworks factory together?"

"Meng Yan, wake up!" Zhu Rong shook him. "Her feelings for you aren't that deep! She can be fickle, so why should you stay here and remain faithful to her?"

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhu Rong let out a scream.

She then fell to the ground.

The bar fell silent instantly, and everyone stared at them quietly.

Meng Yan's aura was so powerful that no one dared to utter a single word easily.

He stared coldly at the woman on the ground.

He never lays a hand on a woman, and he looks down on people who do.

But today, he pushed her down.

"Zhu Rong," he crouched down, a cold glint in his eyes, "where did you get this photo?"

Zhu Rong trembled and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

“Yuan Yuan is in Southeast Asia, yet you can get news of her so easily…” Meng Yan enunciated each word, “Who exactly are you, and what do you want?!”