Qiao Mo's eyes instantly became a bit moist. Sensing the cold and stern gaze from the side, she quickly withdrew her glance, not daring to look further.
A few minutes later, the group sat down, and the manager soon served the wine and fruit platters.
Not long after, Yan Jiu came over, holding two women, squinting as he surveyed the people present.
As soon as he appeared, a few men who were originally sitting quite steadily all stood up, each one looking very uneasy.
"Mr. Jiu..."
"Mr. Yan..."
"Sit down." Yan Jiu curled his lips, speaking calmly, yet unceremoniously taking the first seat.
His enchanting almond-shaped eyes landed on Jiang Jinghao opposite him, squinting slightly, his rosy lips curling up: "Why is it so lively today?"
The few people responded with a couple of words, but Yan Jiu didn't pay them any mind, crossing his legs, cigarette dangling from his lips, waving to the manager: "I say, Manager Wang! How are we supposed to play with a bunch of old men?"
