After rebirth, the scumbag prince only wants to pamper his wife every day

After everyone downstairs has left, it's time to clear out the people upstairs.

The others were willing to give face to Prince Yan's Mansion and did not argue any further. They packed up their things and went downstairs to leave.

However, there was no response at all in the private room at the end of the second floor.

Outside the private room, there were four sword-wielding guards with fierce faces standing guard in the corridor. They stood firmly and refused to let anyone get close.

Song Lin wiped his face, tried his best to put on a perfect smile and walked over.

Before he even got close, the four guards had already drawn their knives, stared at him warily, and said solemnly, "Manager Song, this is not the place for you to be."

Song Lin listened to the crisp sound of the knife colliding with the scabbard, and his thighs softened.

In this capital city, someone could fall into your trap if you take three steps.

He has been working hard in Beijing over the years, and it is only because of his relationship with the Lin family that he can stand up straight and does not have to worry about others not giving face to the Lin family.

Even so, he knew very well that he could not rely solely on the Lin family, and he could not bully others by taking advantage of his power.

Otherwise, if he offends someone, he will suffer badly.

Over the years, he had lived a relatively peaceful life, with a rich life and no danger. He had not heard such a terrible sound of swords clashing for a long time. Now, when he heard it again, the fear deep in his heart was actually revealed.

He tried his best to restrain himself, stretched out his hands to hold on to the wall, and tried to stand firmer.

Several guards looked at his cowardly appearance, and inevitably a hint of contempt flashed in their eyes.

Song Lin didn't bother to see what their looks were, nor did he bother to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Well, my lords, the new owner of our Rong'an Building is here.

What she meant was that she wanted to make some adjustments to Rong'an Building.

See if you can ask your master to leave first.

Don't worry, our boss said that you don't have to pay for all the expenses you spend here today. Just consider it as our boss's compensation to your master."

He spoke very quickly, and in just a few sentences he made his purpose clear.

The guard closest to Song Lin rolled his eyes impatiently and said nothing. The others also didn't say anything and just looked at Song Lin.

There was no expression on their faces, but they were secretly sneering in their hearts.

Tsk~ Rectification and changes?

And compensation?

Does their master need those little things?

They had seen all the noise and commotion upstairs and downstairs just now, and they also knew that Rong'an Tower had been transferred to the Prince of Yan's Mansion, or more precisely, to the new Princess of Yan.

But they didn't make any move.

The reason is simple.

Their master had no intention of leaving at all. He was just here waiting for Prince Yan and Princess Yan to come.

Song Lin didn't understand.

He could only suppress the fear in his heart and move forward cautiously.

The guard closest to him glanced at him indifferently and pulled the knife a little further, revealing a knife with a dazzling light.

Song Lin suddenly stopped and looked at him with fear in his eyes.

A moment.

He showed a flattering smile and spoke carefully: "Well, sir, why don't you go and report to your master and ask him to understand. What happened today was really a last resort.

Our boss came in a hurry, and the organization of the restaurant was also very hasty.

But this is also what the boss asked, there is nothing we can do about it, please be flexible and ask your master, okay?"

The man had a cold face, looked away and ignored him.

A guard behind him spoke first: "Manager Song, this Rong'an Restaurant is open for business, and everyone who comes is a guest. How can we drive all the guests away? We come to this restaurant to spend money for convenience and freedom.

If we were to be kicked out rashly, where would our master's face be?

Your boss is too willful and unreasonable in handling things this way."

After being scolded like this, Song Lin didn't know what to say in response.

What the guard said was not without reason.

From his point of view, he also felt that Rong'anlou was doing an excellent job and there was no need to reorganize or change it. Not only would it be a waste of money, but it would also easily drive away customers.

However, the people who wanted to do this were the owner of the restaurant and Prince Yan and his wife.

What else could he say?

The Princess of Yan could even send her own brother to the Dali Temple. Now, he just hoped that the Prince of Yan and his wife would discipline him but not use him as a scapegoat and drive him out!

Think about this.

He gritted his teeth, simply passed the man's line of sight, and shouted loudly to the private room: "Hello, guests in the private room, I am the shopkeeper of Rong'an Tower... Um... our... boss asked me to ask you to leave..."

Several guards didn't expect Song Lin to do this and were stunned.

After realizing what was happening, he grabbed the man and covered his mouth tightly to prevent him from making any sound.

They didn't dare to really take action against Song Lin. After all, he was still the owner of Rong'an Tower and was considered to be a subordinate of the Princess Yan.

There was silence in the room.

A moment.

A low and cold voice came through the door and said, "Manager Song, it's not difficult to get me to leave. Go and tell your boss and ask them to come and talk to me in person."

Song Lin listened to the deep voice, frowning, and had a feeling that the person coming was not friendly.

The guards who had restrained him had now released him.

Song Lin staggered for a moment before he managed to steady himself.

He looked into the private room hesitantly, and hesitated to leave. The guards at the door stared at him coldly with frowns and glares: "Are you not leaving yet?"

Song Lin's heart sank and he ran away in a flash.

He is a slightly plump man who used to have to gasp for breath when he did more work or walked faster, but now he can run down the stairs without even taking a breath.

Shen Guidi sat on a long chair in the middle of the lobby.

He Qingchen sat beside her, holding her hand from time to time and playing with it in his palm.

Although Shen Guidi was a little uncomfortable at first, she let him do as he pleased.

There were several rows of people standing in front of them.

All in all, there are more than twenty people.

From the second brother to the vegetable washer in the kitchen, all the people working in Rong'an Building were present.

Some of these people had been working in the kitchen or backyard, and had no idea what was going on, let alone who the two people sitting in front of them were or what they were going to do.

Those who are more informed have already made some inquiries on their way here.

They all lowered their heads, stood in front of He Qingchen and his wife, trembling, and dared not make a sound.

The noise of running and jumping on the stairs was particularly loud.

Everyone looked over and their eyes met Song Lin's as he just ran down.

Song Lin's steps slowed down slightly.

After a few breaths.

He slowed down his slightly rapid breathing, calmed the restlessness in his heart, and walked towards Shen Guidi and the others step by step.

Ye Feng stopped him halfway.

He looked anxious, and looked at He Qingchen and Shen Guidi eagerly. He Qingchen said calmly, "It's okay, let him come over and talk."