Once inside, there was an open bar and seating area on the first floor. It spangled with neon lights, lit by dim, colored bulbs. The speakers blast high-tempo music throughout the whole floor. Men and women lost themselves in dance in the center of the stage, their arms held high, reflecting the colorful lights.
The air was thick with the scent of various alcohols and tobacco.
Lu Nanchen walked across the first floor holding a glass, his gaze set straight ahead without deviation.
People moved back and forth sporadically.
"Handsome, let's connect on WeChat." A girl next to him said coyly, walking past Lu Nanchen. The scent of her perfume registered, her heavy makeup disguising her real face. Her figure-hugging dress seemed to cling to her buttocks barely, as she lightly caressed Lu Nanchen's arm.
Lu Nanchen paused and frowned in annoyance due to her actions.
He casually lifted his other hand, displaying his silver wedding ring, "No, I'm married."
