As for Wanxi Club, it's just a mid-to-high-end venue, not a top-tier establishment, and not worth Fu Shaosi's attention at all.
A bluish-white mist billowed out, and the man asked calmly, "How did you know?"
Fu Shaosi narrowed his long, narrow eyes.
Wow, this guy's putting on quite a show.
If it weren't for the fact that they had been brothers for many years, and that he knew Qi Shen too well—a man of deep thoughts, extremely skilled at disguising himself, who only smoked to relieve his emotions when they reached a certain point—he wouldn't have known.
He might actually believe him when he acts so calm and collected, as if nothing's wrong.
"The manager called and said that some people who looked like students came to play. The Wanxi Club is not a business venue, so there was nothing wrong with it. Students who can afford it can go in. But half of the eight people were minors, and the leader was the son of the Jiang family's bank president."
Upon hearing the name of President Jiang's son, Qi Shen's aura turned cold and oppressive, but the effect vanished in an instant, almost like a human illusion.
Fu Shaosi continued, "The manager was wondering whether he should give me face, so he consulted me."
Even Jiang's father doesn't deserve his respect.
Not to mention the son.
But he was a businessman, and the people on the other end were all officials, so it wouldn't hurt to give them some face if there was no conflict between them.
He then took the opportunity to find out more about the situation.
He only found out later that Qi Shen's little canary was also there. He immediately became interested, especially since he happened to be near SQ.
If you don't watch your brothers have fun, you've wasted your life.
He came running over happily.
"Get them a private room." Qi Shen stubbed out his cigarette and smiled gently, but the smile on his handsome face was insincere, merely superficial, and inexplicably unsettling.
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