Han Zhifan heard what the young man said. He lifted his head and glanced over at the door.
The room was too dark and Cheng Weiwan couldn't clearly see the expression on Han Zhifan's face. However, she did sense a hint of coldness from his body.
He had no intention of getting up and walking over to her. Soon enough, he withdrew his gaze and started talking to the young man.
After the young man finished his duties, he walked over to a woman about the same age as him while holding a bottle of wine then sat down.
The people in the room were playing on their own; nobody bothered with Cheng Weiwan.
Cheng Weiwan stood at the door for a while then stepped out of the room and leaned back against the wall beside the door.
Cheng Weiwan didn't know just how long she waited before the doors to the private room opened. Han Zhifan finally stepped out amidst a cloud of cigarette smoke and alcohol.
Cheng Weiwan instinctively straightened up.
