In the VIP room on the second floor, the man sat in the Baroque sofa, swirling ice in his crystal glass, hearing every word that Li Qiyu said through the intercom. Ever since she entered the banquet hall, a servant had been walking near her, monitoring her every move.
"[I heard that Bo Yeyuan is coming back tonight...]"
Bo Yeyuan crossed his long legs, pulled open his embroidered swallow-tail dress shirt's collar, wondering what else this woman was planning to do—
"[I know what type he likes, after all, I was his ex-wife...]"
Bo Yeyuan sneered. At this point, she still wanted to squeeze the last bit of value out of him, to trade his information for hers.
He downed a glass of brandy harshly, his stomach felt as though it had a hole in it, no matter what went in, it leaked out, turning into a bottomless abyss of panic.
"[You want the dirt on Shang Shang?]" The girl smelled Li Qiyu's intent.
