Lin Hao wasn't clueless. Realizing the girl already had a target, he decisively slipped off the stage.
How embarrassing.
Back at their booth, he said, exasperated, "Lao Cheng, that girl's target is you. You fucking knew already, didn't you?"
"Didn't you just help me confirm it?" Chen Jincheng said with a smile. "Thanks!"
"..." Hearing this, Lin Hao just flipped him the bird. He felt like cursing him out.
The girl, Qianqian, hurried over and nestled into Lin Hao's arms. "Young Master Lin, let's have a drink, okay?"
"Let's drink." Lin Hao went with the flow, pulling the girl into his arms as he sat back down in the booth.
'This girl is pretty sharp,' Chen Jincheng thought. 'She knows how to provide emotional support at just the right moment. No wonder Lin Hao brought her out tonight.'
He looked toward Cen Ning on the stage again and found her gaze meeting his at that exact moment.
Their eyes met for just an instant.
