648, this is the most unimaginable thing

He sat in a gilt high-back chair, the dim light enveloping his face, which was astonishingly handsome yet completely devoid of warmth. He glanced at her with an air of disdain!

And she, returned him a polite and appropriate smile and gently introduced herself, "Manager Zhao, hello, my name is Song Qinghuan."

He examined her with an indifferent gaze, curling his mouth slightly into a smirk, in a mocking and casual tone he commented, "A hidden rule is it? You're not pretty nor do you have a good figure, are you sure you're up to it?"

At his words, she flared up, "What, you actually insulted me…"

Before she could finish her sentence, the room was suddenly filled with white steam as it rose and hovered in the air, momentarily blurring out his face.

Slowly, he vanished from her sight. She looked around but simply couldn't find him.

Tonight in Q City, it was enveloped in a dazzling sea of lights. An opulent banquet was raging on, undoubtedly the most exciting feast of the year.