Upon sight of Si Yiyan carrying a woman into the club, the men guarding by the door, who were dressed in black suits, stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Their jaws dropped.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment and disbelief. Doesn't Ninth Young Master always abstain from women and lust? They wondered.
At this moment, they immediately hung their heads low respectfully and greeted. "Ninth Young Master!"
Si Yiyan ignored them and continued carrying Wen Xinya into the club. He strode towards the elevator, during which the rest of his underlings would bow down to him.
Wen Xinya buried her head in the collar of his jacket and said, "Si Yiyan, turns out Jiayuan Club is one of your businesses. How impressive!"
Her breath was freezing cold, causing Si Yiyan to tense up.
Wen Xinya could feel that his body had stiffened. He kept a straight face which did not show his emotions.