VIP Room.
Ye Xuan sat on the chair, his eyes calm and steady, watching the voluptuous figure of Rose in her long red dress, silent.
Rose had a beautiful face and a model-like figure, especially those enchanting eyes that could easily captivate many men. She wore a blood-red dress, one slender white leg crossed over the other, her hair down, smoking a cigarette, exhaling smoke, saying nothing, just coldly staring at Ye Xuan.
The two just looked at each other like this.
The atmosphere became extremely awkward.
"Six years."
Finally, Rose spoke, breaking the silence.
But her expression was stern, devoid of any emotion, and her voice was cold.
"Hmm."
Ye Xuan chuckled softly and asked, "How have you been all these years?"
"Not great."
Rose extinguished the cigarette, her eyes showing a bit more melancholy, speaking indifferently.
"I owe you an apology."
Ye Xuan murmured, uncontrollably lowering his head as he spoke.
"Ha, you should have said sorry six years ago."
