Miss Tang almost twisted his hand off?

The car arrived at the bar's entrance. The exterior was darkly decorated, with only the words "Fuyou" written in wild cursive, full of flamboyance. Many luxury cars were parked at the entrance, indicating the high costs associated with this place.

"Wu Ye, we're here." Tang Wan, ever since receiving her friend's call, hadn't dared to utter half a word to Jiang Jinsang and had been watching the scenery outside the window.

Playing dead quietly!

"What should we do? Should I go in directly, or..." Jiang Jinsang looked at her.

"How about I go in first? If I can smoothly bring her out, you won't have to get involved."

"Let two people follow you. I'll feel more at ease."

"Thank you." Tang Wan didn't hold back, thinking this Jiang Wu Ye was exceedingly considerate and thorough.

She knew that tonight, with Jiang Jinsang's involvement, the commotion would surely be significant. She wasn't trying to be a saint; she just wanted to give Tang Mo a chance.