Zheng Jingmin and Cheng Wenwei instantly stiffened.
The two slowly turned their heads to see Lin Wu outside the private room door, casually watching them with his arms folded.
Behind him stood Zheng Yuan with his hands clasped respectfully in front of him, his head slightly bowed.
On the other side was the club manager and a group of staff members, so panicked they wished they could find a crack in the ground to disappear into.
It was unclear how long she had been there, what she had heard, or for how long she had been listening.
With this thought, the expressions on Zheng Jingmin's and Cheng Wenwei's faces grew even more rigid.
The air itself seemed to suddenly become awkward.
Zheng Jingmin managed to squeeze out a amiable smile, "Taoist student, how did you..."
"How did I find this place?"
Lin Wu spoke.
Zheng Jingmin and Cheng Wenwei fell silent.
