"Three beautiful ladies, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to a glass of whiskey."
Ximen Huan, holding a glass of white whiskey, looked at the three women, Su Qingqing and her companions, and asked quite gentlemanly.
Behind him, a butler in tails held a tray, on which there was a bottle of Scotch whiskey and three highball glasses filled with a faint amber-colored whiskey.
Behind Ximen Huan and the butler in tails were four men dressed in black.
At a glance, anyone could tell this was a scion of a wealthy family.
Ximen Huan wore a confident smile on his lips, his gaze fixed on the three women. It was rare for women to refuse his invitation.
"Who are you?"
Sitting on the outermost side, Su Qingqing frowned and asked. The look in his eyes gave her some discomfort.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ximen Huan from the Ximen Clan."
Ximen Huan still wore a confident smile, a natural arrogance in his eyes.
"The Ximen Clan?"
