Seeing Ling Chen coming out of the nightclub, the gazes of dozens of men in suits all focused on him.
"Mr. Ling, the nightclub doesn't open until seven in the evening. Aren't you a bit early?" A voice came from the crowd. Ling Chen fixed his eyes on the speaker, realizing it was the young man who had driven him and Nanrong Wanqing to the banquet the other day.
Ling Chen looked around at the crowd, smiled faintly, and said, "I am a bit early. But you don't need such a large setup to welcome me, do you?"
"Mr. Hong instructed us; since Mr. Ling is a distinguished guest, we must entertain him well." After speaking, the young man glanced behind Ling Chen and asked, "Mr. Ling, why are you alone? How about having your companions come out?"
"Sorry, they're not convenient right now. Whatever the matter is, just address it to me."
