"Qinghuan."
"Xiao Mo, Qin Zhaoran has a meeting tonight in room 8888 at Never-night City. You should be able to find him there, but he's a solitary, cold-blooded person. Persuading him won't be easy." Xie Qinghuan said promptly.
"Okay, I got it."
After hanging up, Qiao Mo sent a text to Jing Hao and then took a cab directly to the largest nightclub in Jiang City—Never-night City.
Under the dim sky, the entrance of Never-night City gleamed with golden light.
The brilliant lights illuminated the area like daylight, luxury cars streamed by, and the laughter and banter of glamorous models and spoiled young men could be heard constantly...
Entering the first-floor lobby, the two doors on either side were open, with blue and purple laser lights flashing continuously inside, and explosive music blaring throughout.
Qiao Mo quickly scanned around, guessing that the first floor was probably a dance floor, and the private rooms wouldn't be here.
As she looked around and walked, quite a few men started whistling at her, their gazes ambiguous...
After walking about ten meters, Qiao Mo finally found a guide sign on a golden square column; the private rooms were mainly on the seventh and eighth floors.
"Room 8888..."
She uttered it softly, confirming it was on the eighth floor.
Qiao Mo didn't hesitate further and went straight to the elevator, yet found herself increasingly nervous.
A few minutes later, she stepped out of the elevator, the corridor was extremely quiet, with slightly dim lighting, presenting a stark contrast to the noisy first floor, its quietness almost eerie.
She paused in front of room 8888, feeling a bit hesitant.
The private room's door was a dark brown wooden one, looking very high-end, but the issue was that the entire door was made of wood, sealing everything inside completely, not a single sliver of light even emerged through the gap beneath...
But this posed a challenge for Qiao Mo.
After all, places like Never-night City are hardly clean, and there's no way to guarantee that something unspeakable isn't happening inside. If she barged in and displeased Qin Zhaoran, it would likely backfire.
After a moment's hesitation, Qiao Mo reached out and knocked on the door.
The 'knock knock...' sound made her even more uneasy.
"Who!" came a voice from inside, tinged with a hint of impatience.
Soon, the door was opened, but the person who emerged left Qiao Mo startled.
"Oh, Miss Qiao~" Yan Jiu glanced at Qiao Mo before him, his brows raised, eyes obscure and unreadable.
"Mr. Yan..."
"Tsk, what wind brought Miss Qiao here?" Yan Jiu spoke with a seemingly amused tone, but his gaze was so wild it was hard to look at directly.
Qiao Mo felt a bad premonition; if Yan Jiu was here, could it be that Fu Nancheng... was also here?
No, it couldn't be.
How could it be such a coincidence?
The thought of that man made her want to retreat.
But recalling Qiao Xuan lying in the hospital bed, she had no choice but to muster her courage and speak again.
"Is Mr. Qin, Qin Zhaoran, here?"
"Oh, Zhaoran is here." Yan Jiu curved his lips and stepped aside.
Feeling somewhat tense, Qiao Mo slowly walked into the private room.
The room was illuminated by warm orange lights, very quiet, not as decadent as she imagined, a few men sat separately on the sofas, surrounded by light smoke and the scent of alcohol, somewhat blurred.
As soon as she raised her head, she collided with a pair of deep black eyes, involuntarily pausing.
Fu Nancheng leaned slightly on the left side of the sofa, dressed in a creamy white sweater with a pair of shirt collars exposed, holding a straight posture, legs crossed elegantly.
Upon seeing Qiao Mo, he did not speak, but simply took a drag from the cigarette in his fingers, squinting his eyes while observing the woman in front, his gaze calm, amidst the hazy mist, possessing an indescribable laziness...