Ye Wangchuan had given her the VIP card of the Lan Pavilion. The environment there was quiet and peaceful, suitable for a group of people to gather and play.
The rest of Class A, not knowing what Lan Pavilion was, agreed.
Only Liang Bowen had a good family background. Before coming to Beijing, he had already figured out some of the high-end consumer places in Beijing.
He was silent for a moment upon hearing that Qiao Nian was bringing them to Lan Pavilion to sing. He touched the bridge of his nose and followed the rest of the group. He only thought for a moment. Tsk, could Sister Nian be talking about that private room which cost a ten-figure sum, where only members of the clubhouse were allowed to enter?
Indeed, even singing was not done at karaoke places in the world of big shots.
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Class A walked happily and did not notice a black Bugatti parked by the side of the clear road.
Liang Bowen saw it when he passed by the car.
