In the office on the bar's second floor.
A crystal chandelier cast a soft, warm yellow light. Beside the marble coffee table sat a deep brown sofa.
"This is..."
Lu Chao looked at the coffee table in front of the sofa, slightly puzzled.
On it were several exquisite gift boxes, which looked like they held expensive clothing.
Chen Junhao, who had walked over to the mahogany desk, gave a slight wave of his hand but said nothing. Instead, Zhou Qiang stepped forward, leaned in close to Lu Chao, and explained in a low voice, "The Young Master brought these."
His tone was odd, and he didn't sound very pleased.
Lu Chao raised an eyebrow slightly.
'Is the Young Master trying to win over Brother Hao? Or is it...?'
"With some people, you can't just judge them by appearances."
His tone was casual as he set down his pipe and took a pack of Osmanthus cigarettes from a drawer.
He tossed one to Zhou Qiang, then took out a metal lighter and slowly lit it.
