Under the ambiguous, dreamy lights, Tang Yuchen casually strolled across the high-end imported flooring, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
A woman approached him, and with an inadvertent glance, her gaze fixed upon his sculpted, handsome face.
"Young Master Chen, what a coincidence," An Xin expressed with an elegantly appropriate smile, softly greeting him.
The man glanced at her indifferently, as if he did not recognize her, and walked past her.
An Xin felt embarrassed and humiliated by his disregard, her beautiful face turning bright red.
Pushing open the door of the supreme VIP room, a clamor poured out.
Upon seeing him, Liang Xiao sank a shot with ease before standing up with a smirk, "I thought you'd be celebrating your wedding night and wouldn't come."
Tang Yuchen curved his lips wickedly, "I wasn't planning to come, but the thought of you guys celebrating for me was too hard to resist."