"President An, we have an unexpected gain."
Xu Mei, dressed in a sequined spaghetti strap dress, wriggled her waist into the shadows of the light and dialed An Jinhua's number.
"What?"
On the other end of the phone, An Jinhua's voice was chilling and indifferent.
"Zhou Jin'an's assistant is in the bar, dead drunk. Do we send him a 'big gift'?"
Xu Mei squinted her eyes, her gaze shifting back to Cheng Lu.
In front of him on the table were already seven or eight empty bottles.
The lights interweaved around him, making him look particularly forlorn.
"As long as no one dies, do whatever you want."
An Jinhua issued the command.
Xu Mei tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing a smug smile, "Rest assured, you never received this call from me today; you are unaware."
After hanging up the phone, Xu Mei took out a cigarette from her bag and lit it with deliberate slowness.
She found a secluded spot at the bar and hid in the crowd, watching Cheng Lu with interest.