The man was instantly relieved at Jiang Bei's expression, thinking they were the same kind of person.
He couldn't help but laugh, "Then I won't disturb your elegance, remember to head over to Room 7."
Upon finishing, the man immediately handed Jiang Bei a key.
Jiang Bei could only pretend to comply, thinking it wouldn't hurt to take a look.
But he could never have imagined that his compliance would alter the course of his life.
Dusk fell, and the club's lights and vibrant nightlife just began.
A variety of people mingled within, including scions of rich families and high-profile socialites.
They came here seeking pleasure, some even spending a fortune just for one night of passion.
Jiang Bei moved through the crowd like a Nightwalker, feeling out of place.
He knew his task for the day was to sign a contract.
And with the project done, there was no need for him to remain here.
But glancing at the number 7 on the door, he couldn't help but sigh.
