C488 A Hundred Thousand per Cup

Meng Nuoran felt uneasy and followed Qin Yuejuan into a luxurious private room.

She saw that there were a few men sitting beside a round table.

Among these people, there was no Uncle Liu.

One of them was a young man dressed in a white suit. His entire body was covered in branded goods. The rest of the people were clustered around him, toasting him