A quiet bar like this was considered a relatively quiet place. Many of them were artistic youths or those who could not afford high-end goods.
Although they did not know who Wang Jinhao was, they knew that his aura and temperament could reflect his living habits and identity.
Obviously, he was a man who lived a good life. From the way he dressed to the way he spoke, from the way he looked at her to his actions, he was a good person.
"Ha! It seems that I'm not an invisible person. It's my honor to be remembered by you, miss. " He chuckled softly and flicked his fingers elegantly. The waiter came forward and gave her a new glass of wine.
"Woman, it's better not to drink alcohol that's too strong," He said in a deep voice and changed the glass for her on his own accord.
She stared at the glass of wine, her eyes twinkling. For a moment, she clenched the glass tightly, but this action did not escape his eyes.
