The two rows of bodyguards at the door also looked at Si Fan simultaneously, with both vigilance and warning.
The next moment, the tightly closed private room opened.
A young man in a black windbreaker walked out, it was Chen Fei.
With a tone dripping with disdain, he said, "king, my master invites you in!"
Si Fan saw Chen Fei, the corner of her mouth twitching beneath her mask.
Chen Fei is actually here, which means the master he referred to is...
With that thought, she stepped inside.
Inside the private room, there was a faint aroma, refreshing and invigorating.
With just a glance, Si Fan saw a man wearing a silver mask, lounging like a lord on a booth seat, leisurely watching her.
Beside him, another man wore a delicately patterned red mask, unable to conceal his stunning features beneath.
He, too, sat in the booth, leaning back, his black gloved hands resting lightly on the armrest, exuding a laid-back yet elegant air, perfectly natural.
