The private room was filled with people seated on the leather sofa, each dressed impeccably, indicating their notable status.
Jiang Jingheng leaned back on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes slightly drooping with a rather nonchalant demeanor.
His features were exquisite and handsome, his presence noble and distinguished, making him the focus of attention no matter where he was.
Zhou Lifen approached nervously, holding a wine glass.
She stood in front of him, raising her glass, "Young Master Jiang, I toast to you to apologize for the unpleasant incident earlier."
"Brother Jiang, the film queen is toasting you," said a young man next to him, smiling.
Jiang Jingheng raised his eyes slightly, his voice cold, "Since when did offending me require just a glass of wine to resolve?"
The atmosphere around them stiffened slightly, and no one dared to interject.
Zhou Lifen's face froze. What did he mean by that?
