The hall was suffocatingly silent, and darkness pervaded every corner without disturbance from a ray of light.
A man gently swirled the burgundy wine in his wine glass with his snow-white slender fingers, an inscrutable smile hanging from his lips.
Soon, the man lightly snapped his fingers, and a faint light lit up the hall.
"President."
An elderly man slowly entered and bowed at the man. "A guest is here."
The man replied, "Bring her inside."
"Yes, President." The man turned and left.
Moments later, Nie Linglong opened the door and entered, showing no unfamiliarity with her surroundings and naturally sitting down on the nearby couch.
"Drink." The man turned his chair, facing her. His unfathomable and extremely wickedly seductive eyes seemed to contain the universe, but this pair of eyes also contained all kinds of indescribable emotions.
