Qiao Jingchen walked out of the bar, his chest filled with too much anger, sorrow, and frustration.
He was a bit out of breath, feeling as if all the blood in his body was about to freeze; at this moment, he was suffocating.
Standing at the bar's entrance, he was gasping for air.
Qiao Jingchen didn't hurry to leave.
Yingzi rushed out of the bar and saw Qiao Jingchen standing not far away, panting heavily.
He quickly stepped aside, hiding behind a column.
Zhuang Yuezhou and the man came out together, still in the same manner. Seeing Qiao Jingchen, Zhuang Yuezhou didn't pause at all.
The man continued talking to Zhuang Yuezhou: "Oh, your friend is really amusing. Can't take a loss, can we? People like us shouldn't take things too seriously or think too much of ourselves, right, brother?"
