Chapter 3978 The Fallen Girl 18

"Qingming..."

Just as Wang Fenglan shouted, the cup in her hand was grabbed by Fang Wenhao, who was sitting on one side.

"Red wine is good, I'll drink it..."

Then Fang Wenhao drank the bottle of red wine.

Ni Dayong and Wang Fenglan looked at each other, what the hell is this.

"Plop——"

Fang Wenhao was knocked down by the drink.

"Dad, your friend's son... was drunk..."

Ni Qingqing looked at Ni Dayong with a half-smile but not a smile.

Ni Dayong was also confused and looked towards Zhuo An.

Zhuo An also didn't understand what was happening right now.

At this moment, Zhuo An's phone rang.

She picked up the phone and connected.

Listening to the voice on the phone, Zhuo An's expression changed and he nodded again.

"What's wrong?"

Zhuo An hung up the phone, and Ni Dayong asked aloud.

"Uncle, come with me!?"

How could it be possible to say these words in front of Ni Qingming.

Zhuo An stood up and waved to Ni Dayong.

Ni Dayong also noticed something was wrong and followed Zhuo An to the kitchen.

"That person is not from our side!?"

Zhuo An said anxiously as soon as he entered.

"No? What do you mean?"

Ni Dayong asked with a frown.

This man came in a car, and he also took a specific place to wait. He knew everything he asked, but why didn't he do it again?

"Korean Angkor has called, and the boss is already getting angry as he is waiting there. What should we do now?"

Zhuo An was also very anxious. It was the first time he had done such a thing, so why did such a flaw happen?

"Throw that boy out first."

Ni Dayong had a stern look on his face.

"No, let him sleep on the sofa... You go downstairs and bring the boss up, and just say he is his father... This is just right, Qingming won't doubt it!"

What Zhuo An said made Ni Dayong couldn't help laughing.

He nodded and looked at Zhuo An with appreciation.

"That's it!"

So the two of them went out and sat at the dining table to eat.

Ni Dayong helped Fang Wenhao to the sofa, then pretended to answer a phone call and ran out to pick up someone.

"Senior Zhuo An, why did you just drag my dad to the kitchen?"

Ni Qingqing sneered in his heart. These people did this in front of him because they felt how brainless they were, so they did this.

"I have something that I need to ask my uncle for advice...hehehe..."

Zhuo An smiled and took this matter over at once.

"What's going on?"

Ni Qingqing asked again while eating the vegetables.

"Oh, Qingming, why are you so fond of breaking the casserole and asking the truth? Haha..."

Zhuo An smiled again and looked at Qing Ming helplessly.

"No, I just feel weird!"

Qingming smiled again, "My father is a big boss, but you still have questions to ask him."

After hearing what Qing Ming said, Zhuo An laughed again, and the matter was considered to have been revealed.

At this time, the door was opened again.

Ni Dayong came in with someone, a middle-aged man with a fat body and a round belly, and a little bald head.

Seeing the man in front of him open in this way, Zhuo An felt relieved.

This man and Ni Dayong both came up smiling, holding a cigarette in their hands. It was obvious that they were having a good time chatting along the way.