The next morning, LA City, at a luxurious club gathering.
As usual, Yunting was sitting in a lavish private room, holding a glass of crimson Martini, looking extremely leisurely.
Beside him sat a woman with revealing clothes and heavy makeup.
She looked at Yunting beside her, with seductive eyes,
Bang!
At this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly slammed open. A man with messy, dyed hair staggered in and, upon seeing Yunting, loudly exclaimed, "B-brother, something's wrong, someone is causing trouble!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Yunting's eyebrows furrowed, and the smile on his face instantly turned to a cold expression.
Having survived in LA City for so long, someone dares to intrude just when he is about to accomplish something important; this is blatant provocation!
Thinking of this, Yunting stood up directly, looking at the man in front of him, and said, "Who is so bold to dare cause trouble in my place!"
"It's me!"
