The sweet smell of money and perfume mixed and fermented floats in the air of the top club "Yunding".
Shen Li felt like he was suffocating.
Every breath brought a burning sensation, spreading from the nose to the lungs.
The words of my best friend Lin Man are still echoing in my ears.
"Li Li, this is your last chance."
"That person from the Fu family, Fu Siyan, as long as you can catch up with him, let alone one million, ten million is just a number."
Shen Li mingled in the crowd of well-dressed and handsome people, like an ugly duckling that strayed into Swan Lake, stepping on fragments of self-esteem with every step.
She squeezed the wine glass with her fingers so hard that the knuckles bulged, and the cheap red nail polish looked particularly dazzling under the crystal lamp.
Around the corner at the end of the corridor, a suppressed commotion caught her attention.
A scantily clad young actress was clutching a man's arm and crying.
"Mr. Fu, if you give me another chance, I will do anything for you..."
The man she was entangled in was tall and tall, with wide shoulders and narrow waist wrapped in a well-tailored black suit. His back gave off a formidable aura.
He didn't look back, not even a trace of unnecessary movement.
