0298 is not coming alone.
He touched his chest, and then reached for the wine glass on the coffee table, downing it in one gulp.
His agitated mood wasn't relieved at all; pouring another glass, he gulped it down just as quickly.
There were other people in the private room, all familiar faces.
Some were invited by Mo Shangjie, while others were brothers from the top echelons of Yong City's elite households.
Some were singing, some were drinking—it was quite a lively scene.
Most people had one or two sexily dressed, enchanting women keeping them company.
Of course, there were exceptions.
Wen Jichen sat indifferently to one side, legs casually crossed, wearing an expensive designer suit of significant value, two buttons at the collar undone to reveal his delicate collarbones. With every sip he took, his Adam's apple would move subtly, his well-defined muscle lines enticing, flushing the faces of those who looked upon him.