Descending into the club.
Li Feng led Li Mingrui around the Marriott Club, not saying a word, while Li Li followed behind, inwardly gasping at how the place was practically an underground palace. Who could believe that beneath Jin City lay such a place, if not seen with one's own eyes?
Li Mingrui's initial anger gradually dissipated, replaced by a dark grimace. Had he not seen it for himself, he might have been fooled—this club far exceeded his imagination.
After completing their round, they returned to the Dragon Viewing Pavilion.
"Uncle, have some tea."
An Xi brought the tea quietly. Li Mingrui looked at An Xi, took the teacup, sipped, and Li Li was making eyes at Li Feng.
The meaning was clear, What are you waiting for, Young Master? It's not like you're expecting your father to start the conversation.
Li Feng acted as if he had seen nothing. Li Mingrui took a sip of tea, set the cup aside, and raised his eyes to Li Feng.
"What do you want?"
