Qin Muyang glared at the two of them on the dance floor with a dark expression. Even after they finished their dance and stepped down, they remained together, chatting incessantly as if they hadn’t spoken in eight lifetimes.
He signaled to a passing waiter. "Come here."
"Young Master Qin, you called?" The waiter, balancing a full tray of red wine, approached obediently.
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