In the private room.
Ceng Jing hastily glanced at Yu Chiyin, his hand holding the wine glass shaking, and his voice carried a trace of fear:
"...Sister, is he your boyfriend?"
Those in their line of work were best at reading people's faces and moods, and the three of them – Ceng Jing and his companions – could tell that Yu Chiyin was not someone to mess with. They tacitly moved away from Lu Fengxuan.
Lu Fengxuan's mood was spoiled, and she frowned:
"Don't mind him; let's keep drinking."
"But sister…" The boy-next-door type was about to cry out of fear, "Your boyfriend has come looking for you, maybe you should go home with him first."
Lu Fengxuan had drunk quite a lot more, her eyes hazy. Seeing the three of them act as if avoiding the plague, she immediately felt discontented.
"Why are you avoiding me… Come here and keep me company drinking, one hundred thousand a glass, drink or not?!"
