Jian Chenxi was speaking while pulling out her phone, about to dial, but then she stopped herself, "No, no, it's night time, they may be doing something!"
Li Qingshen's hand had already clenched into a fist, particularly forceful, his lips pressed together tightly, his gaze at Jian Chenxi was cold and bone-chilling.
The lobby manager of "Night Color" bar had hurried over. Seeing such a scene, he bowed and scraped, continuously apologizing, "Young masters, I am so sorry, I'll take Miss Jian away right now."
Then, waving his hand, he signaled the security guards to quickly make way.
But suddenly, Li Qingshen spoke coldly, "Wait!" After saying that, he strode directly toward Jian Chenxi, extended his hand to grasp her, and spoke to the security guards on the side, "You all back off, Miss Jian, we all know her."
Li Qingshen didn't care about the attention from everyone around, just turned around with Jian Chenxi in tow and headed back to the private room.
