Really Courting Death!

"Please come in."

A mellow voice came from inside.

The attendant pushed open the door and gestured for him to enter, "Young Master Pei, please."

Pei Enze straightened his collar and strode into the private room.

The entire private room occupied a large area. There was a leather sofa, a tea set made of jade, and a gilded wine glass and fruit plate. At a glance, the entire private room was extremely luxurious.

A group of young masters from wealthy families in Jiang City were sitting inside, having fun.

Sitting in the middle was Jiang Mingyu, and on his left and right were He Jiahao and Song Chengyou.

Zhao Tianheng and the other young masters of second and third-rate families sat far away.

The people who accompanied these young masters to drink and play were all models in hot clothes and some small celebrities.

When Pei Enze walked in, Jiang Mingyu and the others looked up at the same time.