Fenton Stuart lifted his arresting gaze, glancing at the remaining three people, and seeing that they made no movement, he turned his line of sight to focus on the thoroughly drunk Belinda Howard.
At this moment, her consciousness was blurry, tilting her head foolishly, looking at the mess inside the Private Room.
Fenton Stuart walked over, looking at the person in front of him, his heart was slightly touched.
Five years had passed, yet her naive drunken demeanor was just as before, everything was still so clear, her innocent and charming image deeply imprinted in his mind.
He lightly pressed his thin lips together, his gaze deep, then after glancing at the person in front of him, he supported her as he walked towards the outside of the Private Room.
"Who are you?" Belinda Howard was so drunk that she was oblivious, her line of sight bewildered, squinting her eyes to look at the man in front of her and asked.
