C9

"Heh …"

"You're very smart." Shang Jin opened his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Very eloquent too." Shang Jin had to admit that he was indeed a little moved, "However, it's still too early to say these things right now."

Jian Ning: "..."

Did dinner have anything to do with what they were discussing?

Despite her confusion, she stood up and followed him.

… ….

The Viscount's Club.

After a beautiful tail swing, the silver Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the clubhouse, attracting curious and envious gazes from the crowd.

Song Ge got out of the car first, then opened the back door and got out of the wheelchair, carefully supporting Shang Jin out of the car. As for Jian Ning, he had already gotten out of the car and stood by the side.

Raising his eyes to look at the golden signboard above her, Jian Ning squinted her eyes and followed Shang Jin in.

Could it be that this fellow came all the way just to bring him here for a meal?

"Open the door."

Jian Ning came back to reality and realized that Shang Jin had only stepped forward to open the unlocked door when he was done talking to him.

"Hehe, Young Master Shang, it's my honor to invite you …"

Following the opening of the door, the hearty laughter that had just sounded out seemed as if it had been forcibly stuck in his throat as it came to a sudden and comical halt.

In the room, Jian Xingfeng stood up, and the passionate smile on his face froze for a moment. His gaze landed on Jian Ning, and a bit of suspicion filled his eyes.

"This is..."

The corner of Jian Ning's mouth suddenly widened into a smile...

Look at how badly this daughter of hers has failed. Just by changing and dressing up slightly, Jian Xingfeng, the father, would not be able to recognize him.

She suddenly wanted to know what his expression looked like when he found out that she was Jian Ning. Thinking about that, her red lips moved slightly as she spat out a single word.

"Dad …"

Boom! *

Evidently, Jian Xingfeng's reaction did not disappoint her, as the wine cup in his hand directly fell to the ground, producing a clear cracking sound.

Jian Xingfeng stood in place blankly, only after a long while did he squint his eyes, with a gloomy expression he glanced at her, and when he turned to look at Shang Jin, he was once again smiling brilliantly, he raised his wine cup and looked at Shang Jin.

"I've been seen as a joke by Young Master Shang. It's just that since I was young, my eldest daughter has always had a wild personality and likes to joke around with me." With that, he gestured an invitation to Shang Jin, and easily covered up his discomposure.

Jian Ning pursed her lips, laughing in a mocking manner.

How thick was his skin that he was able to pull out such a panic without changing his expression?

Shang Jin watched the entire scene from beginning to end, but could not discern any emotions within his pitch-black eyes. He only raised his hand to indicate for Song Ge to push him in.

The few of them sat down, but no one spoke. For a time, the silence in the room was extremely awkward.

From time to time, Jian Xingfeng would place his gaze on Jian Ning, and after a while, he would turn to look at Shang Jin, filling the wine cup in front of him with a smile.

"Shang shaoye, thank you for coming to meet me, I will do it as a form of respect." As he spoke, he raised his head and downed a cup of wine.

"Of course I will go to your appointment with Jian Xingfeng." Shang Jin smiled, and spoke with a smile that was not a smile. His black eyes slightly narrowed, and the gaze that fell on Jian Xingfeng's body was indescribably cold and fierce.

Jian Xingfeng's face froze, and in the blink of an eye he regained his smile, "Shang shao is being too courteous."