The minor incident between the eldest young master of the Long family and a few young men did not affect the conversation between Chu Mo and Long Zhentian. Even Long Huan Yu himself appeared as composed as if someone else had been drenched in coffee, not him.
Chu Mo and Long Zhentian continued their casual conversation. Up until now, they had still not gotten to the main point of their discussion. Meanwhile, Long Huan Yu was holding a mobile phone. After transferring one million to the leader of the young men, he turned and headed to the restroom. A few minutes later, when Long Huan Yu emerged from the restroom, his clothes were free of coffee stains, and he once again looked like a dashing young gentleman.
However, as soon as the confident and smiling Long Huan Yu reached the hall and his gaze swept over the young men, his expression quickly turned as dark as the depths of water.