He gave a dry cough, causing Yan Xixi to turn around hastily and instinctively cover herself with her hands. Although there were many clothes in the wardrobe, she had never worn such an evening gown before: the front was perfectly fine and appropriately formal, but the back…
It was simply too indecent.
Her face turned beet red. "Mr. Wan, I think I should change into something else, this dress…"
"This one it is!"
He grabbed her and they were off.
It was a scene Yan Xixi had never experienced before—a splendid display of lights, alcohol, and beautifully dressed women. The expensive jewelry around the women's necks resembled a large-scale jewelry exhibition, dazzlingly brilliant, its authenticity uncertain.
Yan Xixi followed Wan Donglin closely, terrified of making a mistake.
A group of seven or eight men were laughing boisterously over their drinks, surrounded by breathtakingly beautiful women. One of them suddenly turned and called, "Third Master has arrived."
