Chapter 28 A battle of wits in a desperate situation

On the sofa, a middle-aged man who was hugging a female publicist cast his eyes. He was about 40 years old, his face was eroded by alcohol and sex, and his eyes were dazed. After glancing at Sophia and Clara, he grinned and asked, "Who is Clara?"

Clara mustered up her courage, took a step forward, and met the man's eyes, "I am!"

"Brother Rong." Someone lit a cigarette for Raymond. As the flashlights in the room went out, the light returned to normal, and the scene inside the room became clearer.