"San!" Xie Qiyan snapped his fingers sharply, turned his head, and called someone from the direction of the door.
"Yes, young master." A muscular man dressed in black walked in. His expression was serious, his gaze sharp—he looked like a highly capable individual. San stared at Xie Qiyan with an air of utmost respect.
"Go and..." Xie Qiyan leaned towards San's ear and casually whispered a few instructions.
"Understood." San bowed respectfully before turning and leaving.
At this moment, a round of whiskey on the rocks had already been delivered. Gu Jingchen's graceful fingers picked up a glass and brought it close to his thin lips. He was undeniably in a foul mood. Even the strongest man has to admit, love can be unbearably tormenting.
