When Jing Zhichen heard the manager's offer, he turned pale. He was worried that Tianxin would see him as a playboy.
"No, we're just singing," Jing Zhichen refused nicely.
When they arrived at the designated private room, Jing Zhichen instructed the club manager, "We won't drink today. Just squeeze some watermelon juice and serve a glass of milk. Iced black tea, iced green tea, juice, etc. aren't needed."
The club manager thought that since Jing Zhichen was here, he would spend more than six figures.
Why was Young Master Jing not even going to drink today?
"Young Master Jing, look...," the club manager tried to persuade Jing Zhichen, but he wouldn't change his mind.
"No alcohol."
The club manager left sheepishly. As she walked away, she couldn't help but glance at the group again.
Five minutes later, fruit plates, snacks, and juices were all served.