Qin Xiang snorted coldly, knowing that this woman was up to no good, preparing to cuckold Old Fu again!
When the waiter saw Qin Xiang, he immediately came forward and asked respectfully, "Mr. Qin, the usual spot?"
"No," Qin Xiang lifted his hand and pointed to a booth right behind Wen Qiao, "Let's sit there."
"Okay."
Using the potted plants as cover, Qin Xiang nestled into the booth's sofa, always keeping an eye on the activity around the bar.
This Old Fu, why is he taking so long to shower? He's like a little girl.
Thinking this, he sent another message to Fu Jinghen.
[Rich Mr. Qin: Old Fu, if you don't come soon, you'll find another hat on your head.]
The man shaking dice with Wen Qiao had come over not long after she sat down.
Actually, Wen Qiao had attracted quite a bit of attention when she first came in due to her outfit.
