Finally, one of them mustered up the courage and came over: "Teacher Lu, can I have a drink?"

She picked up the bottle carefully, twisted her waist to show off her proud curves, and was about to pour the wine into Lu Jingxu's glass.

A bony hand pressed the rim of the cup as Lu Jingxu put out the cigarette in the ashtray. The dim light blurred his features. He lowered his eyes lazily, his suit jacket draped over him, lowered his long legs that had been crossed, and leaned forward.

Every frown and movement is like a slow-motion art film in a movie theater, and she is always in a low-frequency state of confusion and ecstasy.

He looked up at the girl, then turned to Chen Cheng and said contemptuously: "Next time you ask me out, don't go to a place like this—"

"Second-rate."

He stood up, took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands slowly, and then threw it into the trash can.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Chen Cheng quickly stood up and grabbed his arm: "Hey, don't, Brother Lu."

He covered his mouth, winked at the girls, and waved his hand. Then the girls left feeling bored.

"Brother Lu, please give me some face. I really want to get that piece of land in City A. Today, the son of the Jiangdong real estate tycoon is here. Just consider it as a favor and help me out."

Lu Jingxu's eyes were covered with a layer of coldness. He paused before saying, "This won't happen again."

Chen Cheng bowed as a gesture of deep gratitude, turned around, and the person he was waiting for had arrived.

The person who caught my eye was wearing the latest haute couture coat, had a rich and handsome appearance, and wore sunglasses, as if he was here to walk the runway.

"Brother Han, over here!" Chen Cheng waved, and Han Yuze pulled down the lower half of his sunglasses and looked over here.

He walked over and glanced at the booth, his face suddenly drooping.