Young gentlemen, old gentlemen, charming lively young ladies, noble elegant ladies and madams; the scene was like a beauty pageant, filled with splendor and beauty, leaving one dazzled.
Fengye Wuyin's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his eyes coldly staring at the lively crowd below, his expression utterly displeased, as he descended the spiral staircase.
The atmosphere was filled with the scent of perfume and the luster of hair, happy laughter and cheerful voices, everyone engaging in warm conversations, creating a harmonious atmosphere that made his sour expression stand out even more.
"Wuyin, why are you still wearing your military uniform? What a waste of a good figure! What about those handsome suits I sent you? At least wear them for me!" A glamorous beauty in a tight black elegant gown approached slowly, her face full of a fiery enthusiastic smile, appraising Fengye Wuyin with surprise.
