Surrounded by beautiful ladies, Han Yue's environment considerably contrasted Quan Jingwu who sat alone on the sofa on the left side. His elongated and cold body was lazily leaning against the sofa back, his purple eyes piercing like shards of ice, menacing his friend on the opposite side. An invisible chill enveloping the entire private room came from his body.
The atmosphere, frozen.
The group of beautiful women surrounding Han Yue didn't dare to tease him any longer and suddenly the room fell utterly silent.
Han Yue sighed helplessly, about to let the woman by his side disperse, when the door was suddenly slammed open with a loud "bang".
"Who is it?" This floor is usually free of others, Han Yue thought it was some drunken fool who stumbled in, and he called out impatiently.
"Axuan, why are you rushing? Was a ghost chasing you?" Seeing the intruder, Han Yue was dumbfounded.
After all these years, this was the first time he saw him in such a rushed state.
