Qin Yu didn't immediately start searching for his target but walked towards the bar because there were several backs seated there who looked incredibly beautiful.
After sitting down, Qin Yu's face was full of annoyance, because the fronts of these backs were such a disappointment, either caked with two millimeters of makeup or as ugly as a lopsided fruit.
"A whisky, please." Qin Yu snapped his fingers at the bartender.
"Your whisky, sir."
Qin Yu took the whisky handed over by the bartender, took a small sip, then turned around to look at the girls in the dance floor.
His eyes were like a venomous snake, incessantly searching for a target, but after a long search, Qin Yu still hadn't found anyone that caught his fancy.
Instead, some girls who recognized the 'Vacheron Constantin' took the initiative to greet Qin Yu.
However, Qin Yu's response was very cold; his wife had set the bar too high, suddenly elevating his standards to an extreme.
