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By the end of September in Yanjing, although the temperature continued to be high, the difference between day and night became much larger than in summer. At night, the temperature dropped sharply, and the evening breeze carried a hint of coolness.
Despite this, the young women strolling the streets still didn't pass up one of the few opportunities to show some skin this year; they dressed as sexily as they could, firmly choosing sexiness over warmth, not to mention those women in entertainment venues.
At nine o'clock at night, when those fond of nightlife began to flock to the entertainment spots scattered throughout the streets and alleys of Yanjing, Yan Qinglai left a quadrant courtyard that made those within the system look on in awe, a place they would never have a chance to enter in their lifetimes, and returned to his home in a car that was a symbol of power and status.
