Ye Weiwei's smile was calm, yet unmistakably murderous, "Are you sure?"
"Um, okay, a peck on your cheek to pretend should be fine, right?" Speaking, Jiang Che quickly pecked Ye Weiwei's face and rushed out of the bar.
Ye Weiwei rubbed the kissed cheek and shook her head helplessly with a smile.
Over there, Xiao Jingyu had already crushed his second glass, cutting his fingers in the process.
Mo Chengxuan, watching him so fierce, dared not speak or act, only silently continuing to watch with him.
Ye Weiwei, holding a glass of milk, drank another two sips when Ming Zhu arrived.
Ming Zhu wasn't alone; she had brought a few regulars from the night club, well-known in the wealthy circles of North City.
"Ye Weiwei?" Ming Zhu sat across Weiwei, arms crossed and with a high and mighty attitude.
Ye Weiwei glanced at her indifferently and said emotionlessly, "We don't know each other."