Chen Cheng knew what Chen Jin's "gift" meant and patted his shoulder, "I'll return the favor soon."
Chen Jin raised an eyebrow, "Good."
As the two chatted and laughed, a server holding a tray of champagne glasses seemed nonchalantly to weave through the crowd, heading towards Wen Shulin and Kang Liang.
His head was bowed, his expression hidden, but his steps were slightly stiff. Compared to the other well-trained staff, he seemed out of place.
Just as he got two steps behind Wen Shulin, he suddenly raised his head, and at the same time, the tray in his hand hit the ground with a crisp breaking sound, splashing champagne all over.
This abrupt incident startled everyone nearby.
"Give me back my family's hard-earned money!" the server screamed hoarsely.
Almost at the same moment, alarms went off in Chen Cheng's mind, a sense of crisis overwhelming him.
Without a second thought, he quickly pulled Wen Shulin behind him for protection.
