"Miss, you are Master Zhao's friend and a VIP in our nightclub. I cannot accept this money." The guard hurriedly returned the money in his hand to her.

Ye Qingyu took two steps back, and said slyly: "I told you to keep it, so you keep it. If you don't give me a name, you just don't give Uncle Zhao face. Do you want me to complain about you?"

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