Besides, the club was over twenty kilometers from Xiahai, so it was normal that he'd never been to this area before.
He followed the road signs and drove into a small, circular parking lot.
It looked more like a small plaza inside a park.
A dozen or so cars were parked there.
Fang Zhen parked and got out of his car.
A rustic, country-style path led down from the small parking lot to a grassy field below.
A short distance away stood a few buildings, also designed in a modern, Chinese pastoral style.
He had only taken a couple of steps when a woman with a stunning figure walked toward him.
The woman was about five-foot-five, dressed in a light purple tracksuit with her hair in a ponytail.
Her face was radiant, like that of a woman who exercised regularly and was full of vitality. It was hard to guess her exact age, but she seemed to be somewhere between her late twenties and early thirties.
She was very pretty—the kind of woman who would make you look twice on the street.
