"Jiang senior!"
The two beauties DJing in black silk short skirts were swaying their bodies rhythmically on stage, their poses seductive and their eyes flirting, prompting continuous wolf whistles from the crowd below.
Jiang Chen was weaving through the crowd.
Sitting at the bar, Liang Zhenlun caught a glimpse of him, stopped his conversation with the person next to him, and waved with a smile.
Jiang Chen walked over.
"Mr. Jiang."
The man with a brooding aura next to Liang Zhenlun immediately stood up.
"Sit, no need to be so formal."
Jiang Chen smiled amiably, ordered a cocktail from the bar, sat down on the high stool, and looked at the guy with concern, "How's the injury?"
"It's almost healed."
Indeed.
This man was none other than Bai Haoran, who had once inflicted a painful wound on himself.
Jiang Chen nodded.
"Your drink."
The bartender handed over a colorful liquid.
"Thanks."
"Senior Jiang, that kid Ruan Guang has already compensated you for the money, right?"
