On Christmas Eve, the streets were filled with a festive atmosphere, with people coming and going under the dazzling lights. It was a lively scene.
Chen Yiran and a large group of his colleagues went to the Extreme Bar. After ordering a pile of food and drinks, he sat quietly on the side, watching as they revelled.
Occasionally, a few women would come over to strike up a conversation, but Chen Yiran dismissed them with a few brief words.
As he sat there for a while, he began to get bored. Watching his colleagues seizing every opportunity to flirt with the women, for some reason, he remembered the message that Tianxin had sent earlier. He found himself curious about what kind of Christmas gift the young girl might give him.
