Before long, the manager of the club, dressed in a suit and shiny shoes, came over. Just as he was about to speak, Tang Huan stood in front of him with an air of borrowed authority. Cocking his thumb towards Ji Xiaolin, he spoke to the manager with the insolent pride only a malevolent servant from ancient times could exhibit, "Manager, do you know who this is?"
"I do not!"
Many people frequented the club daily, and each one of them was either rich or noble; the manager couldn't possibly remember so many faces. Besides, it was Ji Xiaolin's first visit today, so naturally, the manager did not recognize him.
"Such limited insight, huh. I wonder how you even became a manager."
Ji Xiaolin had expected the manager to grovel and fawn over him like everyone else did, coming up with flattery. However, to his surprise, the manager didn't seem to take the hint, prompting an involuntary snort of disdain from Ji Xiaolin.
