Looking at the Hummer disappearing into the night, Fu Jiu caressed the sweater on her.
She hoped the Almighty would have returned to normal when they met tomorrow.
Otherwise, it was too upsetting to have taken part in the masquerade party.
After leaving Fu Mansion, Qin Mo didn't head home directly. Instead, he stomped down on the gas pedal and raced to a place he usually wasn't that enthusiastic about.
Pure Color, a very famous nightclub.
It was a building with a panorama, colorful and luxurious.
Countless cars slowly poured into them.
Especially days like today.
Yet, no luxurious car could compare to the military Hummer with a red-and-white car plate. It stopped smoothly at the entrance.
As soon as people saw the car plate number, they were instantly shocked.
One of the reception managers quickly called to his superior, Boss Jiang.
But Boss Jiang had not been in a good mood the past few days.
