"Nangong Jue, are we still relatives?" Nangong Lin panicked. "Aren't you going to help with such a small matter? Besides, it's not like I won't pay."
"Nangong Lin, although we're relatives, don't you know how our relationship is?" Nangong Jue sneered. "Why should I introduce you?"
"You—"
"Alright, I'll bring you in. Forget about the room fees. You can spend the rest as you see fit. I'm leaving." With that, Nangong Jue turned around and left.
Nangong Lin was so angry that his nose almost crooked.
The manager of the clubhouse saw that it was not good to stay and also turned to leave.
Nangong Lin was the only one left in the huge private room.
Nangong Lin had nowhere to vent his anger. He immediately took out his phone and made a call, asking the few people he had just met here to come over.
As soon as he put down the phone, a waitress came in with a few bottles of wine in her hand. "Sir, these are the drinks for the room."
