The night grew dark.
The splendid banquet hall was carpeted in dark red velvet, with soft light pouring down from crystal chandeliers above, surrounded by an air of noble luxury.
Already, quite a few guests had arrived, men in suits and leather shoes, women in evening gowns and cheongsams, gathered in small groups and conversing in hushed tones.
An inconspicuous corner.
A woman leaned against the back of her chair, her eyebrows displaying a lazy boredom as she played with the stem glass in her hand.
The pure and chilled fine wine swayed in the glass, releasing an intoxicating fragrance…
Gu Danyu supported her chin with one hand, her red lips slightly parted, she finished her drink in one gulp and licked the corners of her lips, satisfaction curling the corners of her eyes.
Today marked Master Zhang's seventieth birthday, and since her parents couldn't make it back from abroad, they had entrusted her with delivering a gift.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across her view.
