This day.
Jiahua Club dinner gathering.
The location was chosen at a very famous bar.
Ming Ci used to be a frequent guest at the bar, with a non-mainstream hairstyle of dried leaf yellow, a black jacket, and ripped jeans, hanging out with a few bad friends, either at internet cafes or bars, believing this was the only way to live youth to the fullest.
Nowadays, Ming Ci's black short hair is neatly trimmed, his clothes are clean and tidy, with fair skin and dark eyes, he looks like a well-behaved handsome young boy.
Even sitting in a bar bustling with people, with lavish lights and wild dancing, he couldn't completely hide his charm.
This was a rare moment of relaxation for the members of Jiahua Club, who were all young, with the oldest being no more than twenty-three, and they let loose at once.
Drinking, dancing, flirting.
Raising glasses in revelry.
