At this moment, Si Yiyan was sitting in the luxurious VIP room of Jiayuan Club and staring at the clock on the wall. It was twelve midnight. He watched closely at the needles of the clock crossing paths before separating again.
He was fiddling with his second button using his bony fingers. The gilded button seemed to exude an inexplicable melancholy. However, the cursive fonts which spelled "Rexi" remained as beautiful as ever.
Gu Yuehan pushed the door open slowly and entered, only to find that the air was extremely chilly.
Before Gu Yuehan could even speak, Si Yiyan asked softly, "How are things proceeding?"
