"Maybe you're right,"
Iron Hand looked at him but said nothing more.
Next, with Iron Hand's attitude very clear, Wu Qing stopped egging him on. The others felt it wouldn't be proper to tease him about that woman anymore. The two sat together, drinking glass after glass. Iron Hand had a dark expression, hardly joining in the conversation, while Wu Qing's face was all smiles, casually chatting with the other men, his eyes as teasing as ever.
The booth was lively, but the area outside was even noisier.
At this point in time, the bar was at its liveliest.
As he drank, Iron Hand looked towards the center stage, and his expression changed, his gaze suddenly fixed—
In the bar, the center of the stage was undoubtedly the focal point of everyone's attention.
