Inside the restaurant's private room, dozens of people drank freely.
Ning Feng looked calm, occasionally raising his glass to share a drink with everyone, and also occasionally smiled.
It was as if he had transformed from the indifferent teenager from before into a gentle and elegant man.
The Ning Feng of this moment was the posture of the business elite of his previous life, very casual and unrestrained.
The members of the Blade Club were mesmerized.
It felt like Ning Feng's personal aura was superb, and he was an exceptionally good president.
"President Ning, I'm toasting you."
"President, we're going to fight in Sinkhole in the future."
Another girl asked, "Will you take us with you to kill Alien Beast."
The field fell silent.
Ning Feng smiled slightly, "Sinkhole is definitely
