When he walked in, the two people in the room smelled the strong scent of alcohol from him, and exchanged a glance.
They could see the mutual warning in each other's eyes, and both took a cautious step back, their expressions filled with wariness.
Frank stared at the people standing in front of him with bloodshot eyes, his gaze shifting between them, finally settling on Zhuo Xiangqiao standing at the back.
His eyes were filled with inexplicable meaning when he looked at Zhuo Xiangqiao, as if there was a strange fervor, but deep inside his eyes, there was an unmistakable resentment.
This complex expression was in his eyes, yet it landed on Zhuo Xiangqiao.
Zhuo Xiangqiao felt the gaze landing on him, and a stark look of disgust crossed his face.
"What are you doing here?"
Unable to ignore that unescapable gaze, Zhuo Xiangqiao spoke up, his words filled with impatience.
Even though he knew he shouldn't provoke him now, he simply couldn't stand that gaze on him.
