Li Wentao marveled, then raised his hand to pat Jiang Zihong on the shoulder, jokingly saying, "No wonder someone like you, Young Master Jiang, who's been through countless flowers and constantly flirts around, now suddenly wants to get married and drink from just one pot. Turns out Third Miss Qiao is such a stunning beauty!"
Jiang Zihong put away his phone and sneered, "Isn't that obvious? If she weren't so beautiful, how could I put so much effort into chasing her, let alone think about marrying her?"
The two were chatting by the bar.
In the private room, Qiao Jing suddenly received a call from Qiao Hong.
As someone was singing and others were shaking dice nearby, it was a bit noisy, so Qiao Jing thought it would be better to take the call on the small terrace in the corridor.
When she stepped out of the private room with her phone and walked along the corridor towards the terrace, Li Wentao at the bar glanced sideways and happened to notice her.
