There were a few videos in the Beijing social circle's group chat.
Something interesting had finally happened in a nightclub on GT West Road.
The young master who posted them was still sending voice messages in the group.
"Xiaoxie and President Cheng almost got into a fight over a young girl."
"I bet the Cheng Family and the Xie Family are having emergency meetings tonight."
Zhou Luchen paused his work, clicked on a video, and saw the young girl humbly bowing and apologizing.
She looked pitiable, head bowed as she tried to mediate, pearly tears welling in her eyes, threatening to fall.
Cheng Jinchuan, his drunken peach-blossom eyes fixated on her, reached out to wipe away her tears. But Xie Qinyang grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall.
He left the group. CLACK. He tossed his phone onto the table and resumed working, typing furiously at his computer.
Zhou Luchen had left the group.
The group chat suddenly became even livelier.
