Bo Qingyu didn't say anything else.
He rubbed the back of his neck and slowly walked out.
The two of them left.
It almost became the focus of everyone's attention.
Over there, Luo Tingfeng glanced at the silent woman next to him, who was swiping her phone, pursed his lips, and then got up to walk towards the opposite side.
He sat down next to Fu Chi.
"What's the deal with Jiang Ruan?"
Fu Chi's indifferent gaze wandered around the room.
He seemed unimpressed by Luo Tingfeng's question: "She's an acquaintance."
His gaze swept around the hall, eventually, he got up, his long legs slowly moved around, Luo Tingfeng followed, lighting up a cigarette, watching him through the smoke.
"Your little girlfriend knows quite a few influential people."
Jiang Fei is one, and now, there's this unknown big shot.
This cruise ship isn't cheap.
"Haven't you noticed, there is a strange smell here?" Fu Chi ignored his words, suddenly asking a counter question.
