Their group had just come out of a private room, and Xu Zijin spotted Yan Yinuo, who was sitting at the bar, attracting attention from several men.
He gave a cold smile, running up to confide some nonsensical things to the old lady — was she doing this on purpose?
The man was tall, his long legs quickly carried him to her.
"Move aside." Xu Zijin's eyes swept over the men next to Yan Yinuo as he spoke in a low voice, causing them to frown at him.
"Kid, you're pretty arrogant. What do you want to do? We're just chilling, what's it to you?"
Xu Zijin didn't even respond, he simply grabbed one of the men and threw him aside.
"Yan Yinuo." He frowned as he called out to her.
There were several empty glasses in front of Yan Yinuo; it seemed she had quite a bit to drink.
The familiar voice, devoid of warmth, yet his pronunciation of her name was smooth.
Yan Yinuo immediately remembered Xu Zijin and turned around with a sneer.
Indeed, it was Xu Zijin.
