Zhou Jingwei saw through it but didn't say anything. He glanced at the young girl's panicked dodging eyes, his pupils dark and silent...
As the owner of Yuxian, Zhao Ximo also had his own exclusive private room there.
Inside the private room at that moment, Zhao Ximo was sitting in the corner of the sofa, drinking with Wei Tingyao.
Next to them, Li Heng sat with an ugly expression on his face, as if there were nails under him, shifting his body back and forth.
Li Heng's mother was quite a beauty when she was young, and so her son turned out fairly handsome as well.
But these days, Li Heng had been partying too hard, and his complexion didn't look good.
There were only the three of them in the private room. Li Heng, left out in the cold, felt somewhat uneasy.
He really couldn't guess what kind of game Zhao Ximo was playing.
All three were prominent figures in Jingcheng and couldn't frankly tear each other's faces in public.
