Holy Son

No one had ever been so calm in front of him. Beiting Huang was the first.

Leng Qianmo waved his hand at the beautiful waitress. "Hurry up and settle the matter for this lord!"

"Yes!" The receptionist became more cautious. She was actually able to alarm the young master. This master was really powerful. It was not that no one had caused trouble in the Commercial Club in the past, but the young master had never personally appeared.

Leng Qianmo's slow steps towards Beiting Huang were interrupted again. The people who had been crowding at the door retreated like a tide and opened up a path in the middle. These people knelt down with the most pious attitude and shouted in unison, "Greetings, Your Highness!"