Five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had just set.
But for the Tihua Clubhouse, nestled by the Qingyuan River, the real excitement was only just beginning.
Luxury cars continuously pulled up to the entrance of the antique-style clubhouse, delivering rich young men and beautiful women. All of it seemed to be the natural order of things.
In the main hall, Pang Wenxuan lounged on a crocodile leather sofa, holding a wine glass and drinking wildly with a close friend while a row of beautiful women sat on either side. Nothing could be more carefree or delightful.
"Lucky you made the first move, Wenxuan," said Feng Kun, the young man sitting beside him. He pointed at Zhou Yufei's photo on the table, his face full of envy.
The two had grown up in the same courtyard. Feng Kun wasn't as handsome as Pang Wenxuan, but his brawny physique was imposing enough to pressure anyone just by standing there.
