Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen paid no attention to the middle-aged man; they had encountered too many self-important people like him.
The middle-aged man, delighted as the phone connected, said, "Cousin, it's Xiangrong. Are you busy at the moment?"
"Is there something you need?" the Lu Family Master asked in a flat voice. Although Zhang Xiangrong was his cousin, their relationship was so distant that it would take eight poles to connect them. If it weren't for Zhang Xiangrong's frequent visits to his home, bringing him gifts like tea, he would have no idea he even had this cousin.
"Actually, it's nothing much. I just encountered two disrespectful people and was hoping cousin could help me handle them," Zhang Xiangrong said, shooting a smug glance at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen. Just you wait, soon you'll be begging for my mercy.
"Location?"
"Zhonghao Hotel."
