It had to be said, Boss Ni didn't get married until he was in his forties for a reason—the man was a true master when it came to having fun!
Ni Bingyan followed closely behind her dad into the dance club. The music was deafening, and the room was filled with people writhing around like eels and hopping about like fleas.
While she was still scanning for the fire exits, her dad was already giving orders like a pro:
"Some low-alcohol fruit wine to wet our throats. Bring us some fruit, not too sweet, whatever you have. And some snacks—the kind that taste good but won't make you fat…"
He rattled off his requests without even glancing at the menu to see if they had any of it.
Seeing her dad looking as comfortable as if he were in his own home, Ni Bingyan felt like a mermaid who'd just come ashore—every step was utter agony.
