Xiang Yimo's head was twitching, and it sounded like someone was pounding drums inside his skull.
His gaze alternated between clarity and haziness.
Zhong Lingling lay on the ground, looking in the direction of Xiang Yimo, her brow furrowed in great pain.
Wang Shan, who had not been drinking, knew full well that Zhong Lingling was pregnant but still looked on indifferently.
"Miss, you were the one who barged into the private room first. If you don't leave now, I'll have no choice but to ask security to throw you out!" the waitress threatened.
The club here highly valued the privacy of its customers.
If it weren't for Wang Shan anonymously sending the exact address to Zhong Lingling, she would never have been able to find this place. Therefore, the waitress naturally wasn't courteous to the intruding Zhong Lingling because even if she were rude, it was for the sake of the customers' privacy, and the manager wouldn't blame her.
