The private room became eerily quiet once the three women closed its brown-orange wooden door upon their exit.
Seeing Ji Ziming down one glass after another, the three men exchanged glances filled with curiosity.
They had never seen this seemingly besotted appearance on Ji Ziming before.
The Ji Ziming they knew had a perpetually indifferent, almost robot-like, demeanor. Even his friends and family were treated coldly by him. Although he felt emotions, he never showed them outwardly.
However, this time…
Since the three did not know what to say, the room remained quiet.
Yellow lights illuminated the luxuriously decorated private room as well as the plants within it, giving off a warm and cozy feeling.
The elegant instrumental music continued playing in the room. Each melodious note drifted into the ears of the room occupants.
