Charles Chill turned his head to look, and the bald man beside him was playing dice and drinking with two women, yet still occasionally pulling out some poetic phrases, appearing quite amusing to Keira Leaf.
Although the environment seemed rather incongruous, if you listened carefully, you could tell that those poetic phrases were quite impressive.
The bald man seemed to be in high spirits, poured varying amounts of wine into a cup, and lightly tapped it with a chopstick, singing something softly, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Keira Leaf listened for a while and couldn't help but speak up, "It's Beijing opera."
Charles Chill laughed, "Don't be deceived by his rough look; he really has a taste for this."
Keira Leaf nodded and looked to the side, where Mr. Benson, dressed in Chinese traditional costume, was playing a game of chess with Arabella, seemingly unaffected by the lighting in the private suite.
