In a private room, three men sat around a table, engulfed in the smoke they blew out as they played a card game, fighting the landlord.
Three women, dressed provocatively and fairly attractive, were serving these men, bringing them tea and water, and joining in their laughter.
Witnessing this scene, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but feel envious.
Having money and power is damn awesome!
Those three middle-aged men also noticed them at this time.
A potbellied middle-aged man stood up, looking at Murong Yu with a beaming smile, and said,
"Little Yu, you're getting more and more beautiful."
"Uncle Zhao, you're too kind. I see your complexion isn't bad either; you've been well lately, haven't you?"
Murong Yu smiled and replied.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Director Zhao then turned his attention to Zhang Xiaomeng beside her.
Gazing at Zhang Xiaomeng's ordinary attire and his youthful appearance, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and he then asked,
