Shui Qinghe tilted her chin up and said, "I just didn't want to say it, can't I decide to speak now?"
Zhao Minghui, the man in question, frowned and said, "Shui Qinghe, this trick is really not fun. And you, Mr. Song, I advise you not to meddle in my affairs. Being a Guardian is not so easy; you'd better think about whether you have the ability."
Song Xiaodong squinted slightly and said, "Are you saying I can't take Qinghe with me?"
Zhao Minghui snorted, "That's right, you must have some connections to get into this club, but with me, Zhao Minghui, here, you won't have a chance to show off."
Song Xiaodong glanced at Zhao Minghui and asked, "Are you from the Zhao family?"
A man next to Zhao Minghui immediately responded, "That's right, this is the Fourth Young Master of the Beijing Zhao Family. Kid, tuck your tail and leave, the Zhao family isn't something you can mess with."
