The terrace was spacious under a sky with a bright moon and few stars. From behind, the elegant notes of piano and orchestral music wafted through the air, bringing an unconscious sense of peace and tranquility to the heart.
The Shawan Club was a large, renovated villa, so it didn't look overly big. It was only four stories tall but still large enough to accommodate over a hundred people. Holding a glass of wine, Chen Fei stepped out of the grand hall where the banquet was being held. He squinted, admiring the golden glow of the distant night, the dancing tree shadows, and the beautiful, multicolored lights.
However, before he could enjoy the moment for long, a sweet, coquettish voice sounded from behind him.
"Young Master Chen, why are you hiding out here all alone? Could it be that none of the socialites and noblewomen inside meet your standards?" The speaker was Xiaao Ming's companion, Gu Feishuang, a rising film star from the Inland.
