At this moment, the whole scene was silent. Despite the boisterous atmosphere with bright lights and clinking glasses, it was so quiet that it seemed like nothing could be heard except one's own heartbeat.
Liang Yichao no longer spoke. He just drank his wine while the women who threw themselves at him tonight were met with his nonchalant smile, as if it didn't matter at all.
By the time night fell, before the midnight dispersal.
Liang Yichao was even holding a woman first, smiling as he fondled her while holding a cigarette in his mouth, saying, "What past women? Who is prettier than you? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Then, amid the woman's giggles, the two drove off in a car, heading straight to the hotel.
Whether Liang Yichao was improving or deteriorating, no one knew.
It's just, in the luxurious backseat of that car, before the driver even started the car, he was already laughing and unbuckling his belt.
