Scorned. What A Coincidence

Right now, it was still dark in front of the building where the light did not hit while fountains sprayed on its sides. Ever-changing neon lights illuminated the fountains, adding a mystical flair to them.

Going through a small patch of forest from the cobbled path here, one could see the lofty building standing before the eyes from afar.

The closer it got to the building's entrance, the clearer Yun Jian and the men looked in the dark as there were lights spilling from the door of the building.

"Sister Jian, we're here. Let's go in," Duan Lei told Yun Jian while he took a look at the piece of paper he held that had the address of the gathering written on it—under the streetlight and matched it to the lot number of the building.

"Mn." Yun Jian nodded and led the way in with Zhang Zhifan and Duan Lei behind her.