The man's dark brows furrowed tightly, his gaze intense as he stared straight ahead.
After a while, he tilted his head back and downed the beer in his hand before casually tossing the can into a nearby trash bin.
Holding his phone, he stood up and walked away while dialing a number.
The young masters gathered around the man wanted to call out to him; however, someone stopped them, suggesting they not pry into the man's affairs.
They were there today to keep him company, with the purpose of currying favor with the man to secure more resources for their families. Thus, even though they were at a holiday villa to have fun, they were extremely cautious in their interactions with him.
No one knew what had happened, but his complexion had suddenly turned so unsightly.
Qiao Yun seemed to sense something, suddenly turning to glance behind her, but noticing nothing unusual, she turned back with a puzzled look.
