Ning Fan couldn't help but laugh. "You're right. I was taking it too seriously."
Just as they approached the club's main entrance, a pretty hostess came up with a bright smile. "Good evening, sir, miss."
Ning Fan followed behind the Maid and walked to the elevator.
Clubs in Ginza were basically all on the upper floors of high-rises.
As for the reason, there were all kinds of factors.
After casually ordering some drinks, Ning Fan followed An Yi's gaze and looked toward a dark red door.
Ning Fan pressed the call button and summoned a waiter. "Take us in."
He had already seen quite a few men and women going through that door.
It was obvious that this was not a place for random idlers.
"Sir, I'm afraid that's not possible."
Ning Fan frowned. "Why?"
"This…"
"Spit it out."
Seeing Ning Fan angry, the waiter dropped to his knees with a thud in a formal seiza.
Scenes like this were nothing new to the people in the hall, and even Ning Fan had grown accustomed to it.
