After agreeing to have dinner with Wang Qiaobin the next day, Zhou Wang left the Imperial Castle Hotel.
The night on Ao Island was noticeably more lively than the day. The salty sea breeze gently brushed against the neon lights, and various lights from towering buildings intertwined over the bustling city, weaving dreams painted with money and desire amidst the blur.
Normally, after a long afternoon, Zhou Wang would simply want to sleep, but perhaps due to the influence of the "side effect halo," he found himself still quite energetic.
However, the various muddled desires in his heart were no longer as intense as before.
"Indeed, diversion is better than blockage... The ancients didn't deceive me."
Zhou Wang let out a long sigh, feeling much lighter.
