"Hello, Mr. Jin, I have some things to attend to. Let's talk about the investment later tonight."

"Hey! Miss Shen, don't rush to agree. Actually, we're here mainly to make friends today. How about this beautiful lady? I heard she's the War God of the Northwest Dragon Soul Army?"

Jin Junmin reached out his hand to Wu Yuehan.

She glanced at his hand with disdain and said to Lin Jinglong, "Honey, I'm a little tired. Let's go sit over there."

She pointed to the booth in the corner.

Young Master Jin's hand froze in mid-air, his expression also stiffening as he stared at Wu Yuehan in disbelief.

He's the heir to the top conglomerate in South Korea!

"It's just to make friends, please give me some face, Miss Wu."

He ignored Lin Jinglong standing to the side.

He stood in front of Wu Yuehan, still wanting to shake hands.

Lin Jinglong couldn't stand it anymore.

"How dare a Korean make a move on my wife!"

Lin Jinglong reached out and grabbed Jin Junmin's hand.

He moved closer to the other person, gradually increasing the pressure on his hand, causing Kim Jun-min to gasp in pain and his face to turn purplish-red.

“My wife doesn’t want to talk to you. Don’t look around or reach out your hands. This is Kyoto, not your South Korea.”

Lin Jinglong released the other person's hand.

Kim Jun-min was furious.

"My hand! How dare you touch my hand?"

"I am the heir to the Shangxing Group!"

"You damn bastard..."

Li Yaolin, who was standing to the side, was shocked.

He also yelled at Lin Jinglong.

"Where did you come from, you country bumpkin? Don't you know any manners?"