Ning Lan looked at Li Feng sitting in her office, a trace of chill flashing through her phoenix eyes. It was not without powerful backing that she, Ning Lan, could open such a nightclub in Imperial City.
Lv Qinghou was one of the four young masters of Imperial City, and in this circle, hardly anyone was ignorant of his name. Regardless of his purpose, she would not cower before the man before her.
"Kid, quite the fiery temper you have coming into my Ning Lan's office to demand people." Ning Lan walked around her desk, her beautiful legs fleetingly visible beneath her cheongsam. Her seductive face suddenly turned cold.
"Who do you think you are?"
Li Feng glanced at the cold-faced Ning Lan, lifting his wrist: "You have two minutes and forty seconds left."
Ning Lan looked at Li Feng, who did not take her seriously, and snorted coldly as she turned to pick up a phone on the desk.
"Somebody has broken into my office, are you all dead? Get over here immediately."
