This man, tall and handsome with a touch of roguish elegance, sat casually yet gracefully, playing idly with the wine glass in his long fingers, his gaze concentrated on the woman playing the piano downstairs in the circular hall.
His eyes were the kind of narrow, almond-shaped eyes.
His gaze was tender and lingering, like the silent ebb and flow of clouds in a spring sky.
Chi Ye, with a mysterious background and vast wealth, Blue Night was under his name.
It was rumored that he had started from the underworld.
That wasn't wrong; seven years ago, he was just an unknown hoodlum.
Beside him stood another man, tall and reasonably good-looking, but with a disheveled and unruly appearance, every movement exuded a reckless air, and there was a two-centimeter-long scar near his ear.
