It was already nine in the evening, and Wen Qingyuan arrived at an entrance of a high-end club. He glared at the neon lights and at the long lines of the people trying to get inside. He was dressed in trendy clothes to fit in while still wearing his thick glasses. It was an option to wear contact lenses, but he would lose them faster than his glasses really.
As for why he was here...
"Whoa, you're actually on time!" A rich male voice spoke from behind, and Wen Qingyuan began to wonder why he actually went just because this man asked him to come here. He wasn't the partying type, but here he was... in front of a high-end club.
