Ji Haoyu was dressed in a casual gray outfit. He looked at Jian Ai with a smile that did not reach his eyes. His cherry-like pink lips curled up, and he instantly revealed a hint of evilness. "He's almost done."
His tone was not a discussion, but a reminder.
Ji Group's eldest grandson, the only heir of one of the top financial groups in Asia. With his status, if not for his friend's invitation today, he would never appear in a low-class bar in Zhonglou District.
He was already uninterested and bored to death. Who knew that fate would be so wonderful?
The deafening music suddenly stopped, and what entered his ears was a warning as cold as ice. The sentence, "If you want to die, try moving" was captivating, and it immediately aroused his interest. He raised his eyes to look over.
When he saw a beautiful and tender face, even the calm Young Master Ji was shocked. Besides feeling surprised, he recognized Jian Ai at a glance.
