"Young Master Qiao, have you heard about what happened last night?"
In a private club, a group of young men and women were sitting together drinking.
These youngsters all belonged to the small circle of top-tier wealthy families in River City; behind each of them was a local power.
Qiao Zishan, the only son of River City's richest man Qiao Tianhao, was slumped on the sofa with drunken, blurry eyes, holding a glass of red wine in one hand and embracing a beautiful girl with the other.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Zishan, who was about to drink, was taken aback, "What happened last night?"
Qiao Zishan's life had always been upside down, roaming various entertainment venues at night and finding a hotel to sleep in with different women as the day broke.
Debauchery was the truest portrayal of his life.
Especially in recent times.
He had been staying at this newly established private club, eating and sleeping here, completely cutting off contact with the outside world.
