In a private room in the clubhouse.
A man who looked even more exquisite than a woman, was leaning against the sofa with his legs crossed. He had one hand on the back of the sofa and the other holding a wine glass.
He did not drink it. He just swirled the wine glass and looked at the man sitting on the other side. He smiled and asked, "You've been in a daze ever since you stepped into the private room. Did you encounter something troublesome? If I remember correctly, you only returned to North City today, right? The troublesome matters should have been resolved."
The person sitting there was none other than Yin Jiujin.
He had a handsome face. He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers as usual. However, his brows were furrowed deeply at the moment, and his eyes were filled with a thick, dark aura.
It was not eerie, but a kind of sinister aura that kept people away.
This aura belonged to Yin Jiujin alone.
