Because the manager had reminded her, today there were many guests in the private room.
So when Jiang Moxi pushed open the private room door, seeing such a crowd didn't surprise her; instead, she habitually looked for Fu Youhan's presence.
The man was sitting in his usual spot.
Even though everyone in the private room was dressed extraordinarily, either sitting or standing in different poses, Fu Youhan still stood out the most, capturing one's attention immediately.
When Jiang Moxi looked at Fu Youhan, his gaze quickly landed on her as well.
He was smoking, his body enveloped in an aura of icy coldness from head to toe.
Jiang Moxi understood that he was angry, and it was only right for him not to show her a pleasant face.
She was initially holding a tray of drinks wanting to go forward and call him out to have a proper talk.
But just as she was about to step forward, she saw a woman peeling a grape and bringing it to Fu Youhan's lips.
