The night had deepened, and the already noisy atmosphere of the bar had gradually become even more clamorous. The frenzied music incessantly pounded at his eardrums, and this, coupled with quite a bit of red wine, was making Chu Mo's head slightly foggy.
Yang Duoer and the Zi sisters, Zi Xiang and Zi Yi, had already left. However, from now on, this world would no longer have the Zi sisters—replacing them would be the Qing sisters, Qing Guo and Qing Cheng.
Chu Mo had not left with them. At the moment, his mind was filled with various thoughts—the suppression from the eight great families, Yang Duoer's plan, the cultivation of the Qing sisters, and all sorts of other messy issues that were jumbling his thoughts. Two bottles of Heidsieck, each worth millions of RMB, were lying opened on the table. One bottle had just been finished, while the other had barely one-fifth consumed, with the majority remaining.
