What greeted their eyes within the VIP room was smoke and haze, where once embroidered goods were presented to esteemed clients, now overwhelmed by mahjong tables, the air thick with tobacco fumes.
The door had been kicked open so abruptly that everyone was left stunned, all eyes turning towards the entrance.
The sight of Zhuang Yuezhou caused several faces to stiffen, hands clutching mahjong tiles becoming rigid, as they stared at Zhuang Yuezhou.
It was unclear who regained their composure first, but someone cried out to Zhuang Yuezhou, "Young Master Zhuang, you've arrived?"
"Young Master, why have you come?"
Zhuang Yuezhou stared at the people whose expressions changed so rapidly, his own face devoid of any excess emotion, his handsome features impassive. Behind him followed Weilan and five of Yingzi's bodyguards. Their imposing presence silenced everyone who had been smiling obsequiously, their heads bowing under Zhuang Yuezhou's icy gaze.
