After a few rounds of drinks, feeling that he and Ning Fan had grown closer, Wick grinned lewdly, "Young Master Ning, want to try something more thrilling?"
Looking at Wick's fawning face, Ning Fan nodded, "I'll leave it to you, then."
For such a fool who presented himself, Ning Fan naturally welcomed it with open arms.
Amidst the reluctant farewells of the women, the two left the nightclub.
As soon as they walked out the door, Ning Fan noticed a bunch of young people gathered outside the hotel where he was staying.
"Young Master Ning, you're a master admired by thousands now."
Completely ignoring Wick's flattery, Ning Fan wore a dark expression, he had no interest in being this so-called master.
Even though among these people, many beauties boldly expressed their wishes to spiritually and physically unite with Master Ning right on the street.
"Of all things to make up, they choose a dump. My lifetime of glory!"
