Zhou Fei was reliable, thank goodness.
With a cocktail in hand, Zhou Fei stood in the middle of the banquet hall, quietly watching Zhao Qin go upstairs.
Her eyes were like a still pond, unruffled and serene. No knot of hatred or unwillingness could be seen in them; she simply watched Zhao Qin ascend, making sure she was indeed seen.
Upstairs, Wen Yangzhi's private VIP room door was unlocked.
The lighting was luxurious, the carpet an elegant, vintage shade of dark red with a patterned motif, as Wen Yangzhi and Yun Yuwan shifted from embracing from behind to a face-to-face hug.
Yun Yuwan continued to hold onto him, without letting go, even though he hadn't spoken a word to her.
Wen Yangzhi took a deep drag on his cigarette, just moved his hand away, the smoke still curling up between his long fingers.
Yun Yuwan couldn't understand why he always smoked. Was he really that troubled?
To smoke so heavily while controlling a bank, wouldn't he have gone grey early?
