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North City Private Club.
A man sat on the dark leather sofa, his pupils black as ink, perhaps due to a bit of alcohol, which added an imposing sharpness to his demeanor.
He played with a wine glass in one hand and flipped through his phone with the other, with most of the spirits in front of him already consumed.
"What's with President Fu today, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."
Su Yuchuan shuffled the cards and looked toward the man on the sofa.
Tsk tsk tsk, troubled by love.
Jiang Xiaomian was indeed ruthless, speaking without any consideration for feelings.
"Our President Fu, he must be missing a woman."
Su Yuchuan surfed the 18G internet; he remembered clearly the live broadcast from a few days ago, no wonder he felt like drinking tonight.
Otherwise, his wife finished shooting, he would definitely have rushed to relish marital bliss tonight, why else would he come here?
