The meeting place was at Wuji's home, still that heavily guarded villa.
Once inside, Wuji personally greeted them at the door.
"Finally, you're here. I've been waiting a long time."
Yang Fan smiled politely, "I'm going to trouble you again this time."
"No problem, please sit."
At the table in the living room were just the three of them. Yang Fan didn't introduce Mu Yuqi; it wasn't necessary, and Wuji didn't ask. Are the women around this guy few? Each time, they're more beautiful than the last, changing every day.
But speaking of which, as long as they're rich, powerful, and capable, when a man is young, who doesn't behave like this?
"When you came over, Carlos Scott knew nothing about you, right?" Wuji poured some wine into a glass and placed it in front of Yang Fan.
"Yes, we snuck over here. Carlos Scott doesn't know we've already arrived in Las Vegas."
Wuji held up the glass, and they clinked glasses, while Mu Yuqi drank juice.
