In the evening at the Victoria, the dazzling lights and vibrant nightlife painted a scene of extravagant superficiality.
At that moment, a luxurious sedan pulled up to the front entrance.
The driver quickly got out of his seat, circled around to the other side, and opened the rear door with a respectful attitude.
"Young Master…"
A tall and upright figure alighted from the car, followed by an extended hand toward the interior. A second later, a delicate and fair hand emerged, resting in the man's palm.
Gu Heng carefully helped Su Xinyan out of the car. She, in a dress befitting a delicate lady of status, with her makeup impeccably done, looked up at him and smiled slightly, "Thank you, Brother Heng."
Gu Heng also smiled gently, his face warm and tender, his eyes tinged with a hint of indulgence.
It wasn't long before two more sedans slowly drove up.
Seeing this, Su Xinyan trotted to one of the cars, while Gu Heng shook his head helplessly and followed her.
