Drinks flowed at the Bar, and Zheng Xincheng was surrounded by beautiful women.
"Young Master Zheng, you haven't come here to have fun in ages."
"Exactly! Even when you do stop by, you don't ask for us!"
"Young Master Zheng, is something on your mind? Or do you really not like us anymore?"
The women chattered away, their complaints tinged with resentment.
Zheng Xincheng held a cigarette between his fingers, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, looking rather indifferent.
"You used to be pretty quiet. Why are you all so chatty now?" Zheng Xincheng asked impatiently.
The girls exchanged glances before moving a little closer. "Young Master Zheng, you're the one who's changed. We've always been like this."
Their approach stirred a visceral revulsion in Zheng Xincheng, and he was just about to push them away.
But then... the door to the private room opened first.
"Zheng Xincheng, so this is where you are!" Di Yu stood in the doorway, seething.
He had called several times, but no one had answered. He had even gone to the Production Crew, only to find... that Zheng Xincheng wasn't there either.
Di Yu caught his breath. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Zheng Xincheng slowly raised his head. When he saw Di Yu's reddened eyes, his heart trembled slightly too.
He had just been thinking that something felt missing. Now, seeing Di Yu stirred something inside him.
"I..." For a moment, Zheng Xincheng actually felt guilty and had no idea what to say.
"Having a good time, aren't you?" Di Yu stepped forward, picked up the glass in front of Zheng Xincheng, and drained it.
"Hey... that's Young Master Zheng's drink! How could you just drink it like that? Do you have a death wish?" one of the girls beside him snapped.
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