Cheng Anya's body stiffened. Yang Zekun looked smart in a very formal suit. His graceful features had an even more jade-like texture under the colorful lights.
He was so clean and pure that it would be a blasphemy to take another look at him.
The people who came here to enjoy were mostly those elites who were too stressed during the day. At night, they could tear away the masks of societal elites and vent out their stress as much as they liked.
"Senior, I accompanied someone here to relieve boredom. What about you?" Cheng Anya prayed silently that Yang Zekun would not meet Ye Chen.
She suddenly knew why Yang Zekun asked her if she knew Ye Chen. He probably figured out something.
"I have a few businesses to negotiate." A drunkard blunderingly ran toward them and nearly bumped into Cheng Anya. Yang Zekun nimbly held onto her waist and turned around, avoiding the collision.
"Be careful!"
