In fact, there were no high school classmates inviting him; he just didn't want to stay in that apartment. Ouyang Hao drove to the largest bar in the city center and found a seat in a corner.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?" The bar's lighting was dim, and with Ouyang Hao wearing a baseball cap, the bartender didn't recognize him.
"A glass of whiskey."
"Sure, please wait a moment."
Ouyang Hao lazily slouched on the high stool, drinking by himself. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, yet he hardly noticed, one glass after another.
Not far from him, men and women dressed scantily swayed madly to the pulsing lights and pounding rhythm on the dance floor. Ouyang Hao gazed at the dance floor absentmindedly.
Just then, a stylishly dressed woman with long hair walked up to him, smiling seductively, "Hey handsome, how about a drink together?"
