After pouring the drink, he looked across at Chen Yankun. Those eyes with long false lashes blinked twice, a flirtatious look was thrown out, and he asked, "Sir, would you like a drink?"
Chen Yankun frowned slightly. The woman was wearing a faux leather bra, a small leather skirt on the bottom, had hair dyed a deep wine red in big waves, and wore heavy makeup.
Since when did Fifth have such heavy tastes?
Could even a sow compete with Diao Chan?
He couldn't help but feel more sympathy for Lin Junyang. Considering the few of them brothers, which one wasn't a child of heaven? They were exceptionally picky about the women around them.
It seems like Fifth Bro has been really lonely all these years, and at this time, as his brother, he needs to lend a hand.
Chen Yankun ignored the woman. The waiter had already brought him a drink—one of the bottles they usually kept in reserve among their brothers.
