It was past five in the morning when the poker game finally wrapped up. As the door of the VIP suite at the top floor of Radiant Flow opened, cigarette smoke started to billow out.
Xie Han invited everyone to his restaurant for breakfast tea, but the others yawned and said they were heading home to sleep, and the four of them parted ways in front of the club.
The car roared out of the parking lot, and Fu Mingyu felt his eyelids getting heavier, so he opened the car window, letting the cool breeze rush in and clear his head a bit.
While waiting at the traffic light, Fu Mingyu glanced casually and then stared in disbelief at the distant bus stop.
In the dim morning light, the frail silhouette at the bus stop stood out clearly.
Her clothes had changed, but the makeup on her face was still the same as last night. As a wild guess surfaced in his mind, Fu Mingyu's foot pressed hard on the accelerator.
