"Young Master Lin's presence is truly not low, covering the bill for all the guests in the bar with a simple gesture. Such boldness is indeed envied by others!" As his words fell, Chu Mo paused briefly, then with a slightly raised eyebrow, continued:
"Does Young Master Lin often come to this bar?"
Chu Mo's gaze lingered faintly on Lin Feng in front of him. His seemingly casual question was, in fact, a bid to find out whether Lin Feng's appearance before him was intentional or a mere coincidence.
If the other party was deliberately following him, then Chu Mo would have to reconsider whether his plan with Yang Duoer had already been leaked.
Under Chu Mo's subtle scrutiny, the Lin Feng across from him suddenly turned his head. He waved to a group of six or seven young men and women sitting in a booth opposite, and after they waved back in acknowledgment, Lin Feng then smiled and said:
