Before long, he came back in, followed by two young men in uniform like him.
It was quite obvious these two were more handsome than he was, and more the type that women fancied.
"Sister Lin, hello!" The two men bowed in unison, sweetly calling out, their handsome faces brimming with charming smiles.
Lin Wenyue was in great spirits and beckoned with her hand, "Good, good, come over here..."
She had barely finished speaking when, unexpectedly, the door to the private room was thrown open.
At the same time, the two men had reached her side and sat down, one on her left and one on her right.
The lighting inside the room was kaleidoscopic and blurry, and beneath the dim light, a tall figure entered from the doorway. His face was obscured in shadow, somewhat indistinct, but the piercing coldness that emanated from him was exceptionally strong. As soon as he entered, nearly everyone in the room turned to look.
