Following the exit of the waiting hall, the group returned to the front desk.
On the way, Li Zeyu shamelessly sidled up to Lin Yan, or rather, towards Su Mojin.
Su Mojin, holding Lin Yan’s hand as they walked beside him, suddenly caught a whiff of pungent perfume.
Turning her head, she saw Li Zeyu. Upon seeing him, Su Mojin’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she shifted to Lin Yan’s other side.
Although she didn’t understand why he was approaching, she intensely disliked this person named Li Zeyu, especially since he was a man wearing perfume.
Meanwhile, Li Zeyu was intercepted by Li Wei, who stood behind Lin Yan.
Thinking of making a move on his girlfriend? Lin Yan’s gaze turned slightly cold.
Yang Tianming, who had been closely watching Lin Yan’s expression, placed his hand on Li Zeyu’s neck. What appeared to be a friendly pat on the shoulder was, in reality, a subtle application of force.
Lin Yan’s bodyguards also subtly moved closer.
Sensing Lin Yan’s gaze and the hand on his neck, Li Zeyu inexplicably felt a chill and hastily swallowed the words he was about to utter.
“Kid… let me tell you, I… I’m from the Song family.”
Fearing Lin Yan might actually act against him, Li Zeyu quickly invoked his powerful connections.
He likely didn't realize that Lin Yan already knew he was from the Song family, otherwise, he wouldn’t have wasted so much breath on him.
“The Song family? I don’t care which family you’re from, you can’t touch what belongs to others.”
Lin Yan’s gaze was now icy, his expression carrying a chilling, captivating intensity.
Under such immense pressure, Li Zeyu dared not retort. For some reason, the aura Lin Yan exuded at that moment gave him a sense of oppression.
Seeing Li Zeyu move towards the traffic police, Lin Yan’s expression gradually softened.
However, after this incident was resolved, it was unlikely Li Zeyu would leave the airport unscathed.
Lin Yan had no intention of letting him off easy from the moment he considered making a move on his woman.
As Li Zeyu moved towards the traffic police, his gaze turned venomous. Looking at his useless bodyguards, Li Zeyu decided to fire them all once they were out, deeming them utterly useless.
And after these traffic police left, he would have someone teach this kid a severe lesson. Damn it, acting so arrogant!
The group soon arrived at the front desk. In the crowded waiting hall, Zhang Mingzhi was conversing with a man in his thirties. Judging by the man’s formal attire, Lin Yan guessed he was from the insurance company.
They were looking at surveillance footage and discussing something.
At this time, Li Zeyu’s fans had not yet dispersed, with many still in the airport lobby.
Seeing Li Zeyu emerge again, the fans’ excitement surged, and they swarmed around him.
Witnessing this, the middle-aged manager became quite smug, believing that with these fans, she had leverage to threaten Lin Yan.
After all, online mob mentality was not something ordinary people could withstand.
However, she naturally wouldn’t tell these fans that she was the one who had crashed their car, as a celebrity’s image was paramount.
Li Zeyu, upon seeing his fans, felt a surge of pride. He cast a disdainful glance at Lin Yan, as if a superior looking down at a subordinate, an innate sense of superiority washing over him.
Lin Yan, however, remained indifferent. Were these few fans many? Honestly, they didn’t even amount to the number of fans at a single viewing stand in Modu.
Having the airport security detain the fans, the group proceeded to the parking lot.
“Hello, are you Mr. Lin? I’m the insurance company representative responsible for your vehicle.”
As Lin Yan and his entourage approached, the man in the suit next to Zhang Mingzhi spoke. After his initial investigation, he estimated the actual repair cost for the McLaren Senna to be around two million yuan.
Lin Yan gave a slight nod in response.
The insurance company employee followed behind Lin Yan like a subordinate.
The owner of a McLaren Senna, this was undoubtedly a major client for their insurance company, and they had to serve him well.
After all, Lin Yan’s McLaren Senna incurred nearly a million yuan in insurance premiums annually.
There was little point in watching the surveillance footage; the middle-aged representative already knew she had hit the car.
Dongcheng Airport Parking Area.
“This… this is your car?”
Upon seeing the McLaren Senna, Li Zeyu’s eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. An ominous premonition suddenly struck him.
“It’s not that big of a deal, is it? It just lost a corner. Why be so aggressive? You even stopped us from boarding, delaying our time.”
Li Zeyu recognized the car, but the middle-aged manager had no idea what a McLaren Senna was; she assumed it was just an ordinary supercar worth a few million.
She hadn’t paid much attention that night. Now, seeing that only the right front corner was slightly dented, she figured it wouldn’t cost much to repair.
Little did she know that Li Zeyu beside her was already sweating profusely, managing to let out a low growl.
“Shut up.”
Damn it, it was a terrible coincidence. He had seen this car once before, at a Song Group gathering. Song Botao, the eldest son of the Song family, had driven it.
This was a huge problem. Li Zeyu casually wiped the sweat from his forehead. What was truly terrifying was the name “Mr. Lin” that the insurance representative had just uttered.
This surname “Lin” was highly significant.
Driving the same car as the eldest young master of the Song family, and coincidentally named Lin, Li Zeyu’s pupils contracted violently.
A certain name inexplicably surfaced in his mind.
Could this… could this really be that person? Li Zeyu dared not imagine.
Li Zeyu’s sharp rebuke instantly silenced the middle-aged manager.
Did I say something wrong? Or is this car very expensive?
Looking at his nephew’s grave expression, the middle-aged manager felt a pang of panic.
Could this car really be that expensive? What if Zeyu didn’t intend to help her pay?