"You really are capable."
In the changing lights of the bar, the handsome and wealthy Young Master Luo lifted his glass, his profile exceptionally charming in the hazy surroundings.
Unlike women.
The charm of a man indeed increases over time.
Ever since he sat at the bar, many beautiful women have inadvertently directed their gazes this way. If this were the old Young Master Luo, he would undoubtedly have seized the ambiguous signals floating in the air and taken action long ago,
but now he sits there, motionless, preferring to accompany Jiang Chen, a bona fide man's man.
"With Pei Yunxi's current popularity and status, I thought it would take eighty million to get her on board. I would have been grateful for that, but you did it for only thirty million, tsk tsk."
Luo Peng sipped his drink, shook his head, and was genuinely lost for words in admiration.
