In the bar, after the few people had thoroughly exited the door.
Several men, their faces flushed from drinking, draped their arms around the girls they had called over, and only then did they dare to really take a glance at the entrance, cursing under their breath.
"Look at how smug they are, just because they have some stinking money at home?"
These words were tinged with envy, and voiced so low, as if fearing that the bar manager might overhear.
Although the issue had just been peacefully resolved, from the manager's standpoint, if the other party wished for it, they would have been kicked out.
Brother Qiang looked terrible, his body had completely slumped over Xiao Hui, slurring his words, "Right, just a bunch of rich second generations, but I, I'm the vice president of my wife's company, my wife adores me, they definitely can't do anything to me."
It was unclear what he was thinking about, his drunken mumbles seemed like he was trying to comfort himself.
