Lu Zhiwei took the initiative to bring up work as an excuse, completely putting Owen at ease.

"Okay, let's have a good talk then."

Owen reached out and led Lu Zhiwei onto the dance floor.

Sitting on the sofa, Shen Jinmo followed Lu Zhiwei's gaze and caught sight of two figures approaching each other on the dance floor.

He gradually tightened his grip on the wine glass in his hand.

Kyrie Irving is notorious for his womanizing.

While dancing, Owen's hand was on Lu Zhiwei's waist, and he would occasionally try to pinch her hard.

Lu Zhiwei smiled casually: "If you cooperate with the Luo family, you're essentially handing over the entire TK and your newly mined mine as a dowry to the Luo family. If you cooperate with me, I can create a win-win situation for both of us."

“I will give your suggestion a good consideration, but I can’t afford to offend the Luo family unless Miss Lu can offer a more attractive deal.” Owen whispered a hotel room number close to Lu Zhiwei’s ear.

The meaning is already quite clear.

If he could sleep with the woman Luo Xiu liked, he would have no regrets even if he died.

After hearing this, Lu Zhiwei smiled slightly and put her hands on Owen's shoulders: "Then we'll see each other tonight."

Irving was surprised that she agreed so readily.

He thought to himself: No wonder she's a divorced slut, she's so damn attractive, no wonder Luo Xiu is so infatuated with her.

Lu Zhiwei and that scoundrel Owen were having a sweet double dance together.

The wine in Shen Jinmo's mouth was sour and bitter, making it difficult to swallow.

He couldn't hold back any longer and pulled Lu Anyu over: "It's getting late, go and call your mother home."

"Uncle Chen, are you drinking alcohol or are you jealous? Why does it taste so sour? Don't you dislike my mommy? Why do you care who she's with?"