The bar atmosphere was intense.
Under the dazzling lights, the man swung his robust arms as if he were unaware of his compelling presence, each slam resonating like a knock on everyone's heartstrings, driving everyone wild.
Lin Qian also stood up, laughing and playing with Fang Tong.
Their spot was very conspicuous, providing a broad view of the stage.
Her gaze stayed fixed on the man on stage, whose eyes, in turn, were always on her.
It was as if he was performing for her alone!
Her heartbeat quickened drastically—whether it was due to the dancing figure or the thought that crossed her mind, she didn't know.
Look at her, getting ahead of herself again!
"Lin, do you see? Is Old Yin handsome or not? Does he look passionate? Right now, his eyes are only for you!" Nangong Li's loud voice stood out in the lively crowd.