Mr. Nalan?
Shen Bixue's tearful eyes suddenly froze.
She nervously pulled out a small mirror from her bag and quickly checked herself, oh no, her makeup was smudged.
In a panic, she tried to fix it, wishing she could redo it in a second.
Qin Xin watched her hustling and thought of lending her a face powder.
Too late, Nalan Ye Jue's wheelchair had already entered.
The old men in the room, seeing his commanding presence, felt their legs weaken—was there a big meeting of bosses tonight? Each arrival was more impressive than the last, was this the legendary Mr. Nalan???
If they had known Shen Bixue had such a powerful backer, they wouldn't have dared to mess with her tonight.
Before they could beg for mercy and repent, Lu Yi had already cleared them out.
The only one left was Xiao Tian, one of Qin Xin's people, and Lu Yi gave him some face, letting him stay in the private room.
