Ning Yuan glared at the overly delicate-looking doorman, "Is this the driver you mentioned? Zhuang Xueqi, do you think I'm dead or what? Let me tell you, if you dare let him step into Mingyuan, I'll make sure he leaves the mountain horizontally tonight, believe it or not?"
This threat hardly intimidated Zhuang Xueqi, but it was more than enough to scare the doorman witless.
"Ouch, my stomach suddenly hurts terribly, I'm sorry, madam; I can't drive for you."
Having said this, he ran off in a flash.
Zhuang Xueqi turned to look for another employee, but before she could pick a new target, the staff around her scattered like birds, disappearing without a trace.
Three minutes later, a blue Lamborghini roared and left the club.
"How much did you drink? You reek of alcohol."
"None of your damn business."
"You think I want to bother with you? You are a mother now; can't you set a better example for the kids?"
