"Xingchen?" Jiang Jihuan restrained the woman in front of him by the wine table, and his eyes fell on the work badge on her clothes. Yu Xingchen joked with a faint smile: "Sir, your way of striking up a conversation is too old-fashioned."
"Sir?"
"Yes, sir, I'm a girl who sells her art but not her body, and I don't want to drink or sleep with you. Please make a detour. I still have guests."
Jiang Jihuan let go of Yu Xingchen and watched her sit down and drink with the men again, her hands clenched into fists unconsciously. She? Are they stars?
As she turned to leave, Jiang Jihuan couldn't help but look up over there, where Yu Xingchen was drinking heavily with her so-called guest.
"Ayuan, I want this woman's information."