The man leaned over, pressing his arm against the cue stick. His rolled-up sleeve revealed a cold, white arm, with pale blue veins snaking up and disappearing into the sleeve. One could imagine how the body hidden beneath his clothes could drive many women crazy.
The man didn't press the cue stick properly, and he wasn't having much fun, so he tossed the cue stick aside.
A waiter came forward with a tray, and the man picked up a glass of Chivas, took a small sip, and then placed it on the billiard table, his lazy voice sounded: "Who organized this?"
"Me, me, me!" Su Boqian hurriedly came over, with a fawning smile, he said: "I organized it, Young Master Quan, are you having a good time tonight?"
"Do you even know how to have fun?"
"..."
Quan Jin pushed the annoying Su Boqian aside and walked towards the game room.
Tu Kuan timely approached, pointing at the watch on his wrist: "You should rest now."
