Zhou Yong watched the woman on stage, inhaling sharply with surprise. He had always known she was dazzling, but he hadn't expected her to be so stunning that she could captivate everyone present.
At that moment, in a quiet corner of the bar, a pair of cold eyes were also fixed on the woman.
Mo Yan glanced at the man sitting leisurely on the sofa, his posture casual, his long legs stretched forward, ankles crossed. His fair and scholarly handsome face showed no emotion, but the coolness in his eyes reflected every dance move of the woman on stage. He didn't miss any detail, her every toss of the hair, every lift of the leg.
"President, would you like... shall I bring the wife down from there?" Mo Yan asked in a low voice.
Zhou Jin's gaze remained intently on Li Qianrui on the stage, then casually curled his lip, "Bring her down for what? Isn't she dancing quite well?"
