In the private box, Ning Fan, still dressed in his designer suit, stood with his back to the entrance of the box in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. His demeanor was striking, embodying the unmistakable aura of a Superior.
The bright red wine swayed in the glass, reflecting Ning Fan's confident smile on his face. The entire box was silent until the moment when Lao Huo opened the door.
Lao Huo pushed the door open and walked in, instantly captivated by Ning Fan's formidable aura. When he saw Ning Fan slowly turn around, his expression became excited.
"Brother Ning!"
Ning Fan looked at Lao Huo, a trace of an indescribable expression flashing in his eyes.
From the moment Lao Huo had called him "Brother" at the academy, Ning Fan had remembered this figure of Mount Tai in the dance world.
Unfortunately, Ning Fan had no recollection of this, his mind completely devoid of any memory of the man.
