You're bored
String quartet was playing softly in the background. Servers, wearing white polo with a black vest on top, were carrying trays with glasses of champagne in them. The place was filled with known faces both in the business and entertainment industry. Some were standing in a group, chatting over glasses of their drinks.
On their way to the table reserved for them, Yong Liwei was approached by a few businessmen who knew him. Ever since they entered the place, it was as if he turned into a different person. He had a stern look on his face. He had an overwhelming presence around him. There was no warmth in his eyes, his voice cold as he talked to the men who were taking an opportunity to make a connection with him.