The club was dimly lit, creating a stifling atmosphere.
The door to the private room was pushed open, and the person sitting on the sofa instantly jumped up.
The club manager walked in, opened the door wide, then stepped aside.
"Young Master Jiang, please."
Upon hearing the name, Sun Hao's face turned white as a sheet.
He looked fearfully at the tall figure walking in, instinctively trying to retreat.
"Young, Young Master Jiang..."
Jiang Jingheng's cold gaze swept over Sun Hao as he walked straight to the sofa and sat down.
The manager smiled and said, "Young Master Jiang, please give your orders, feel free to do as you wish."
The door to the private room closed, leaving silence in the room.
Sun Hao stood there, instinctively feeling the air conditioning in the room was too low, making him shiver.
He carefully looked up at the man sitting on the sofa like an Emperor.
"Young Master Jiang, you called me over, is there anything you need?"
