At this moment, Yin Xue'er changed into a silver gown studded with diamonds inside the car, stepping on high heels over ten centimeters tall, carrying a crocodile leather handbag. She flirted with the doorman as she recalled her way to the beach in the back.
This place is not close to the sea; there is not even a natural lake. The so-called beach is merely an artificially-filled water area of nearly a hundred square meters, with artificial fine sand piled at the water's edge to create a beach. The beach is only open to important customers and occasionally hosts special events.
It was already late-night, the beach alight with lights, electronic fireworks blooming in the sky, bikini-clad women holding high-stem glasses, joyfully echoing laughter could be heard from afar as they walked on the beach.
Yin Xue'er found the Prince on a lounge chair.
The Prince clamped a cigarette in his mouth, eyelids drooping, not even looking at Yin Xue'er.
