"Mr. Lu, you're here."
Little Wang squinted his eyes, raised his arms high, swaying his hips, his body moving to the rhythm of the music.
Suddenly, a piercing voice reached his ears. He turned around and met Lu Liang's gaze, full of amusement.
"Nice moves," Lu Liang applauded and praised, casually picking up a bottle of beer from the bar.
Feng Xi arrived upon hearing the news, smiling as she took out a bottle opener and a cup filled with ice cubes: "Want some ice?"
"A bit of ice, please."
Lu Liang nodded slightly, naturally wrapping his arm around Feng Xi's slender waist, and waved to Little Wang who was approaching.
"Not busy tonight?" Little Wang curiously asked.
He had time to party because he'd entrusted Panda's equity to Lu Liang, but Lu Liang had no reason to have time to party with them now.
To exaggerate a bit, tonight Panda's market sentiment was comparable to super blue-chip stocks like Tesla and Apple, seemingly like a former demon stirring up trouble again.
