The night was like water, and the lights were dim.
Inside a large flat with a view of the river in Yongcheng, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony of the seventeenth floor, Lu Shouyue was sweating profusely against a sandbag and a wooden stake.
In their line of business, they usually don't make any deals for three years, and when they do, it lasts for three years, so they have plenty of leisure time.
It's not that he doesn't want to invite someone out for a good evening, but "I offer my heart to Ming Yue, yet Ming Yue shines into the ditch." The WeChat message he sent to Lin Wanwan today received no response once again.
Wang Bocheng came from Hai City to Yongcheng again, now spending his youth in a club, sent a WeChat video asking if he would join in.
On the screen, there were neon lights, vibrant men and women, and a life of indulgence. It looked like summer had already arrived, with everyone wearing cool outfits and dancing with fiery moves.
