"What are you doing here? Didn't I say I wanted some peace and quiet?" Mo Xitian looked at her, utterly baffled.
Still, there had been more people bullied by Elder Xie San than could be counted on ten fingers and ten toes.
The leader was a man in his thirties with a hairstyle identical to Ekin Cheng's. The moment he saw Xia Jingxing enter the room, he hurried over to greet him.
He glanced at his pocket watch and was just about to refuse when Betty raised her head, her eyes filled with longing.
When the two of them returned, Fang Yuanchao acted as if he had found some priceless treasure and invited them over to gather.
At most, the man had wanted to settle accounts later, but she had already been asleep by then and had no idea what she was doing.
It was intoxicating, and naturally, there was juice as well, served in crystal glasses. Pastries and fruit were set on the table, while a large area in the middle had been left empty. Above it was a gilded silver ceiling carved with beautiful, mysterious floral-vine patterns, while the floor below was made of marble—a dance floor spacious enough for dozens of people to dance gracefully.
"Haha, Brother Cui, you're just making the best use of your talents. All right, I won't disturb you while you're busy." Hearing Cui Jian's verbal complaints, Li Yange saw that he was beaming from ear to ear. It was obvious he was enjoying himself.
First, it showed sufficient sincerity. Second, if the other party had any demands, there would still be room for negotiation, so Li Yange would not be put in a position where he did not know how to refuse their goodwill.
When Human Destiny was faint, it was almost