Xie Haichao had originally prepared quite a show for Wang Chen, hoping to give the latter a thorough lesson in class differences and make him realize that he and Xie Yunyao did not belong to the same world.
Yet every trick he could think of fell flat on Wang Chen. Even with a pack of fair-weather friends backing him up, they had failed to harm Wang Chen in the slightest.
Xie Haichao was truly out of options—he could hardly beat Wang Chen up, could he?
"Everyone, scatter! That's enough!"
The young master of the Xie family waved his hand listlessly. "We'll call it here today. We'll get together properly another time."
The pack of fair-weather friends looked at one another. Though they had not had their fill of fun, they could only let it go.
Strictly speaking, the real nightlife had not even begun!
Quite a few of them shot Wang Chen resentful glares, treating him as the chief culprit behind their ruined mood.
Wang Chen merely smiled without speaking.
To be honest, he simply could not be bothered to argue with this bunch of spoiled second-generation heirs. After all, they had not done anything truly excessive.
Xie Haichao was childish at most; his character was not particularly bad.
"Young Master Xie."
At that moment, the nightclub salesman hurried over and deferentially presented a long bill with both hands.
Xie Haichao did not take it. He merely glanced at the final amount, then pulled out a credit card and handed it over.
"Thank you, Young Master!"
The nightclub salesman accepted it respectfully, then took the already-prepared POS machine and swiped the card.
The POS machine beeped twice, but no receipt came out.
The salesman froze for a moment, then hurriedly swiped it again.
It still failed.
This left him a