Yu Xiangju.
When Rong Mochen arrived at the private room, Rong Sinan was already there and had already ordered the meal.
The brothers' tastes were similar—both preferred mild flavors and liked similar foods.
If there was any difference in their lifestyle habits, it was that Rong Mochen smoked, drank, and played cards, while Rong Sinan neither smoked nor drank much, and rarely played cards.
At least, that was what Rong Mochen had always thought.
Only now, sitting in the private room, Rong Sinan not only had a drink beside him but also held a lit cigarette between his long fingers.
As he entered, Rong Sinan was just bringing the cigarette to his lips.
His slightly narrowed eyes, coupled with the smoke swirling around his refined and handsome face, made him look completely different from his usual gentle and refined self.
Rong Mochen's dark eyes slightly lowered, hiding the slight startle in them, as he walked over to sit next to him.
