The bar was buzzing—dim lights, soft bass, clinking glasses, and Jinyuan half-listening to his friends talk over each other.
Lin Jinyuan
*notices someone familiar*
Liang Ruiming
Seated at a booth, sharp jawline catching the low golden light, posture rigid. A few suited men around him—probably colleagues. One was laughing too loud. Another was waving down the bartender.
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