Under the vibrant nightlife, in a high-end private club, a group of young people with extraordinary temperament gathered in a private room.
The atmosphere was a bit tense.
The dazzling Li Yun, holding a bottle of foreign wine, walked up to the nonchalant Hunter under everyone's gaze and slammed the bottle down on the table in front of him.
"Hunter, I'll ask you one last time: are you sure you have no feelings for me?"
Hunter's expression didn't change; he just glanced at Li Yun and then looked away.
Seeing that Hunter didn't speak, Li Yun wasn't in a hurry, just looked at him fixedly, as if determined to get an answer.
Chuanqi, who had always been protective of Li Yun, couldn't sit still. She kicked towards Hunter but was deftly blocked by him.
Chuanqi glared at him, "What do you mean, give a straight answer, don't waste people's time."
