"Miss Lin, Mr. Qin, Young Master Zheng, there's a situation downstairs. This is—"
Seeing Qin Lin, Lin Qingyue, and Zheng Tenghui walk out of the private room, Manager Li awkwardly hurried to greet them.
"What's going on? Who's the blind fool causing trouble at my Brother Qin's place?"
"It's not that they're causing trouble, it's—"
Zheng Tenghui was eager to stand up for Qin Lin. Startled by the apparent relationship between the three of them, Manager Li looked awkwardly at Qin Lin again.
"Is it Ma Ningyuan?"
"It shouldn't be him." Qin Lin shook his head at a suspicious Lin Qingyue and then turned his cold gaze back to Manager Li. "Is it those classmates of mine?"
"Yes." Manager Li quickly nodded. "I had the security guards escort them out of the hotel. Some of your classmates drove off or took taxis, but three of them never left. They're squatting downstairs, waiting for you."
"What do you think we should do?"
