Fu Yuchen turned his head, squinting his eyes, looking at the woman with a seductive figure in the dance floor.
When she raised her head, her long, curled eyelashes and glassy eyes were illuminated by the lights.
Even with two-thirds of her face covered by a black mask, people could sense from beneath the thin black mask that this woman's appearance was definitely stunning.
She turned her head, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the face of a young man in the booth.
Her eyes were dreamy and affectionate, as if numerous words were waiting to be spoken through them.
Fu Yuchen's friends around him began to jeer.
"Brother Chen! That chick is checking you out!"
"Unbelievable! Now it seems like every girl in Beijing knows Brother Chen has hit it big!"
"Brother Chen, take her for a ride in your Ferrari!"
Fu Yuchen draped one hand over the back of the sofa chair, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, as his eyes couldn't tear away from Lu Xiaoyou.
