Chen Xiang leaned against the railing of the balcony, his arms resting on the hollowed-out carved railing that only reached his abdomen.
Wen Nian walked into the balcony in a daze.
At this moment, Chen Xiang was chatting happily with someone and did not notice that someone was standing behind him.
At this moment, if someone took advantage of his unpreparedness and pushed him slightly, the first murder case would occur in this club.
Wen Nian was a little nervous as she slowly reached out to Chen Xiang's back.
As Wen Nian's fingertips brushed against the windbreaker's fabric, she was abruptly yanked away by a powerful force. Startled, she glanced back with apprehension.
With a dark expression, Shen Jun pulled Wen Nian back to the corridor, leaving Chen Xiang who was still boasting to the other party about his certainty of securing the business deal with the government official this time.
