"Young Master Xiao, let's have another drink! I'll drink this one, you can do whatever you want!"
The deafening music filled his face with the smell of wine. Gu Xiao impatiently waved away the whiskey glass that was handed to his mouth. The crystal glass hit the gilt coffee table with a clang, and the amber liquid splashed out and wet the cuffs of his custom-made suit.
"Go away, it's boring." He tugged on his tie and loosened two buttons on the collar, revealing his neat collarbones. His eyes were filled with the insouciance and unruliness unique to the rich second generation. "They are a bunch of losers who grind away even after drinking. Why don't you go racing with me for a couple of laps."
