It was clear that he wasn't very familiar with these powers either.
**
Bar.
At the bar, Xun Chun held a cocktail shaker in her left hand and poured the red liquid inside into a transparent glass full of ice cubes. The spotlights made her face appear hazy and indistinct.
Many eyes glanced over her.
She pushed the red glass towards Xu Wenyao. "Young Master Xu, drink up and leave soon. This place isn't really suitable for you."
Xu Wenyao was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, his eyes gentle but with a distinct sense of distance.
An elite demeanor. Since he sat down, many women had come up to talk to him, but he had been focused on the text on his phone.
Xun Chun swept a glance over it and didn't understand; it was complicated numbers.
Similar to Bai Lian's behavior, after all, there aren't many who come to bars to study.
