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Luo Chenxi followed Fang Ziqian into the club.

Suddenly, Young Master Qian caught up behind them.

"You little b*tch, stop right there! Didn't you hear what I just said? You are going to keep me company for the entire night! Oh, will you look at that other chick right there, you are pretty good looking yourself too. Seems like it's my lucky day! Hurry up and stop them!"

He had a few lackeys by his side. They swarmed toward Luo Chenxi and Fang Ziqian and stopped them in their tracks.

Each and everyone of them wore a smug look.

"Ladies, do you even know of Young Master Qian's social status? He's letting you both keep him company because he thinks highly of you!"

"You'd do well to be good girls. Otherwise, don't even think about staying in T City anymore!"

Luo Chenxi glanced at the group of goons and wondered if she should just beat them up, or beat them all up, or beat them the h*ll up.