chapter 190 Uncle Qin, my grandfather’s illness depends on you.

"A wealthy club?"

Half an hour later, the car drove into a townhouse. The sign hanging at the door blinded Ishmael Kearns.

The signboard is majestic and flashes with colorful LED lights, giving it the feeling of a nightclub.

The name is even more nonsense, a rich club?

So direct.

What a rubbish!

"Hehe, the name "Rich Club" is not bad. When you hear it, it sounds very rich and impressive."

Qian Duoduo patted his chest with a proud look...