The dynamic music started playing in the private room, with the lights gently flickering.
Two girls thus leaned on the young man, twisting their bodies.
Their curvaceous figures were like serpents.
"Huh..."
The young man in the suit, however, remained unmoved, not because he was being a paragon of virtue, but because he had played in this garden of flowers for too long, and such minor stimulation meant nothing to him. He was a natural flirt with eyes as sharp as a knife at the corners.
At that moment, his left hand, adorned with a platinum ring, gently shook the glass in his hand, causing the ice cubes inside to clink.
In his right hand, he held a cigarette, the glowing red tip dissipating into a white mist.
"Mr. Chu, I just saw someone outside."
"You'd never guess who it is..."
Scarred Face approached, a trace of a smile on his face.
"Who?"
Chu Rong turned his head, his gaze drifting over.
"Wei Dong."
Scarred Face's smile persisted.
"Him!?"
