The words that were about to come out of Jiang Cheng's mouth, under Su Wanxin's sharp and fierce glare, ultimately remained unsaid.
He smiled and looked at Fu Shihan, who glanced down at Su Wanxin's expression of blatant intimidation, a fleeting twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
He wrapped his arm around Su Wanxin and stepped toward the stairs leading upstairs.
There was a room on the second floor that, no matter how busy the business was, even if guests couldn't book a spot, it would absolutely never be opened to them.
Fu Shihan kicked the door open to enter the room, and the others followed closely behind.
They all sat down, and drinks, fruits, snacks were quickly brought in.
Su Wanxin saw Fu Shihan open a can of beer and offer it to her, shaking her head.
"I'll drink water."
"There's no work tonight, just have a small can, and we'll rest when we get back," Fu Shihan coaxed gently.
