Neon lights flickered on the road.
The Aston was halfway back to Tan Garden, and inside the car, Yu Chiyin's handsome brows were knotted, his breath cold and indifferent.
It wasn't until a soft, glutinous voice called out to him that the restlessness in his chest was soothed. The next second, a chaotic disturbance came from her end.
"Pfft—" The fat man sprayed out the alcohol in his mouth when he heard her nauseatingly sweet 'Brother Ayin'.
Victory and Xiaowa were sitting opposite the fat man, and both reacted with astonishing speed, dodging simultaneously and knocking over the chairs.
The bottles on the table also clattered, crashing to the floor.
"Sorry, sorry, Big Fatty didn't mean to do that." The fat man hurriedly said, "Boss was too scary, I just couldn't help it. Victory, Xiaowa, let me clean that up for you."
Lu Fengxuan instructed them to handle it and walked aside to answer the phone, calling out to him again. It took a moment before she heard his voice.
