Inside the private room sat a young man who looked no different from a beggar. He was sitting at the dining table, leisurely sipping Maotai from a new glass.
He didn't even glance at Ding Peng. But when Ding Peng saw him, his expression changed drastically. A flicker of panic crossed his face, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a sinister coldness.
The starlet beneath him, noticing he had stopped moving, couldn't help but whine seductively, "Brother Ding, I'm itching... Come on, move!"
In the past, hearing a woman act so wantonly would have sent Ding Peng over the edge. Now, however, he didn't stir. Instead, he swiftly got off the woman and stood up.
The starlet started to speak, but then she saw the young man sitting in the room. She let out a shriek and quickly pulled her skirt down.
Ding Peng straightened his clothes and sat down at the table, his sharp gaze fixed on the young man before him.
