The Dragon from Hell

Xu Qingqing felt extremely humiliated for a moment, but she couldn't just fight back, after all, the money she spent today was not her own.

An Jiuxiao next to her was unhappy and said directly: "Come on, we don't need this little money. You don't have to buy things, and we won't let you use the lounge. If you don't leave, I'll call the manager over."

Although An Jiuxiao came from a secluded mountain gate like the Ancient Medical School, the mall has almost become his second home in the past year with Qin Feng.

After having Chen Chuqing, his taste has also improved by leaps and bounds.

He has also become a frequent visitor to the lounge of luxury brands like this, and he knows the rules very well.

Even if Qin Feng didn't have to pay, he had quite a bit of savings. He swiped out a card and threw it to the manager: "The minimum consumption is five million, right? Just swipe my card."

After that, he turned around and said to Xu Qingqing: "Don't worry, sisters, buy whatever you like, I'll pay for it. We are not tasteless people. Some people's money makes us feel sick."

Song Mingqian's eyes narrowed when she heard this, and she glared at An Jiuxiao and said angrily: "Who are you talking about!"

An Jiuxiao looked shameless: "I'm talking about whoever is right."

"Okay, okay, these three sisters, don't you see that we have to try on clothes here? Get out quickly, this is not a vegetable market, why are you cutting in line?"

An Jiuxiao spoke with a sarcastic tone, which made Song Mingqian blush.

Xu Qingqing's anger subsided a lot, and he was in a good mood immediately: "You are worthy of being my good brother!"

"Did you hear that? We are using this lounge now. After all, you three are from big families. You can't be so shameless and stay here, right?"

Song Mingqian's face darkened, staring at An Jiuxiao and said, "Boy, do you know who we are?"

An Jiuxiao rolled his eyes directly: "I don't care who you are, I just know that this lounge doesn't belong to you now, get out quickly and don't disturb our interest."

After that, he turned his head and said to the manager: "Why, are you all just eating for free? Such an expensive lounge, let strangers just barge in and waste our time?"

Such a VIP lounge is charged separately for each hour, and the price is not low. There are special people to serve, and you can buy new and unique products that are not put up in the store.

So the manager did not dare to neglect them, and could only say to Song Mingqian and the others with an apologetic look: "Sorry, the three of you were here first... How about you move away for a while? We have another lounge in our store, which is just a little smaller than here, but the service is the same. If you are willing, we are willing to open it for free as compensation for the three of you, okay?"

If it were an ordinary person, it would not be unacceptable, but the manager's words sounded like he was mocking them for having no money to Song Mingqian and the other two.

The woman named "Yaqing" frowned and said arrogantly: "Do you think I need this money? Or do you think we are making trouble for no reason, just to let you open the lounge for free?"

Another short-haired and heavily made-up woman played with her nails, sitting on a stool beside her with her legs crossed, looking nonchalant: "Yaqing, it seems that when you go out, you want to be low-key and not expose your identity, but people don't take you seriously."

"A small luxury store manager has such a bad vision. He is willing to serve three nouveau riche, but not willing to serve you, an orthodox daughter."

"Hey, little waiter, I'm in a good mood today, let me teach you something. Rich people are also divided into grades. The Miss Ling in front of you is from the Ling family in Longdu, the third daughter of the Ling family's eldest house!"

Hearing the introduction of the heavily made-up woman, Qin Feng, who was standing at the door, raised his eyebrows slightly.

I didn't expect that I would just hang up Han Qiusheng's phone and say that I would start with other people in the Ling family. I turned around and met the third daughter of the Ling family's eldest house. What a coincidence.

When the manager heard "Ling family", he was really scared.

Song Mingqian's status must be not low, but as a senior member of the Martial God Temple, she should keep a low profile. She can't just expose her identity outside.

And the Ling family is a long-established big family in Longdu. Anyone who lives in Longdu has heard of the existence of the Ling family.

After all, the old man of the Ling family who is still alive was also a founding hero!

As the family of the minister of the Secret Pavilion, Ling Yaqing is certainly not someone that a small store manager can afford to offend.

But how many people who can come to such a place to consume can she afford to offend?

She glanced at Xu Qingqing and the others, thinking what if these three are also of high status.

The heavily made-up woman seemed to see through her thoughts at a glance and sneered: "You don't have to look at them. These three are not as good as us.""This is the only daughter of Song Qifan, the vice-master of the Martial God Hall, and I... am from the Yu family."

Hearing these two names, especially "Yu family", the manager almost fainted.

Qin Feng was listening at the door, and he didn't know what kind of existence the Yu family was. Han Qiu Sheng hadn't mentioned this family before.

However, judging from the manager's reaction, the Yu family should also have a pivotal position in Longdu.

After all, in a place like Longdu, a brick thrown from the 18th floor can hit two royal relatives.

The woman from the Yu family pointed at Xu Qingqing again: "This is just the daughter of the former master of the Martial God Hall. Now even Master Xu himself can't protect himself. What status do you think his daughter can have?"

"As for this... With your eyes, you can see that the temperament on him is just the temperament of a nouveau riche. Don't you think the word nouveau riche is ridiculous in front of people like us?"

"As for..."

Her eyes fell on Ye Huang.

From beginning to end, Ye Huang sat on the sofa very low-key. Even when they were arguing, she was still flipping through the magazines in the store and checking the corresponding new models on the tablet. She chose very carefully and looked like she had nothing to do with it from beginning to end.

Moreover, even though they had already arrived at the store, the woman was still wearing a mask and a hat, and her original face could not be seen at all.

The heavily made-up woman frowned slightly: "Who is this person? I don't think I have seen her before."

She could tell at a glance that Ye Huang had an extraordinary temperament and a particularly hot figure.

But with her face covered like this, it seemed as if she was afraid of being recognized.

And Ye Huang also noticed that everyone's attention fell on her, so she simply closed the window and handed the tablet directly to the manager: "I have already chosen it, and settle it according to the amount I circled."

After speaking, he turned his head and said to Xu Qingqing: "Okay, don't let a clerk embarrass us, pay and go."