Hey, look at that!
Who would have known? But two minutes had passed, and someone had come to escort her to a private room.
Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged man with a face full of flesh, wearing a ridiculously thick golden necklace around his neck, that shiny yellow bling blinding like that of a nouveau-riche halfway into monkhood.
Showy and arrogant.
He was none other than the father who instigated the riff-raff to injure Ning Yang and then had the audacity to bite back—the owner of Tangdu Nightclub, Boss Chen.
Truth be told, from the moment she stepped in and saw his unbearable, revolting face, Lian Qiao really felt an urge to punch his head to pieces.
But she just couldn't.
Even though she detested these scumbags to her core, she had to exercise patience at this moment. After all, her main purpose for coming was not to fight but to get money for Ning Yang's medical treatment, and she simply couldn't let impulsive actions lead to loss.
