"Uncle, do you have a history with them?"
The man in the trench coat was probably about one meter eighty, in his thirties, and in addition to a sullen complexion, there was a touch of haughtiness in his brows.
After glancing in Qin Yu's direction, when he saw Yan Mingyu and Liu Xiaoxiao, an unusual light flickered in his eyes.
One was sexy and enchanting, the other noble and elegant.
Women of this caliber were absolute eye-catchers in any setting, and unexpectedly, there were two at once.
Some guests entering and leaving the hotel also cast sideways glances, showing envy at Qin Yu.
Having beauties of this level on each arm was definitely a life peak.
"That kid is a bodyguard, a lackey, and he's somewhat capable. We had a conflict a few days ago!"
Zhao Yucheng was someone of status in the provincial capital and certainly was too embarrassed to say that Qin Yu had tossed him onto the grass like trash, almost breaking his old back.
"Oh, a bodyguard, huh?"