Ginza, as the premier commercial heart of Tokyo, appeared even more enchantingly seductive under the brilliant lights after nightfall. The neon signs along the roadside kept changing colors, casting dazzling reflections on the smooth pavement, intermingling with the hustle and bustle of the pedestrians.
By the end of May, Tokyo had already begun to heat up.
Pairs of legs encased in black stockings under short skirts formed a striking scenery in Ginza at night.
A Corolla stopped in front of a home bar.
The rear car door opened, and Aoyama Xiu Xin, dressed in a silver-gray suit, got out, while Nakamura Shinichi, who accompanied him, drove the car to the parking lot.
Entering the bar and passing through the noisy crowd, they reached a private room and pushed the door open; a smile immediately bloomed on his face. "Hahaha, Mr. Dubian, sorry to have kept you waiting."
