"Bang!" Si Chen slammed the office desk fiercely, then stood up and picked up the mobile phone to make a call.
"Hello, Beijue. Where are you? Hmm, I'm coming over to find you."
After finishing the call, he got up, grabbed the coat draped over the chair, and went out.
...
The most luxurious club in Lin City was booked entirely at this moment.
The whole club was extremely quiet, with beauty waitresses in cheongsams walking through the club holding wine, their faces full of anticipation.
In the equally quiet corner of the bar counter, Si Chen had already ordered some drinks, occupying the corner of the sofa.
When the person arrived, he immediately raised his hand and waved, "Here."
"Open the wine."
"Yes." The beauty waitress, as tender as water, opened a bottle of red wine worth several hundred thousand, bending over to pour two glasses.
