Wang Sichao was leisurely reading a novel and drinking tea when the door to the Zhiyuan Private Room was suddenly thrown open.
He didn't look up until the sound of footsteps reached his ears.
"Young Master Wang, why so low-key today!"
The newcomer wasn't Gao Yuan, but a middle-aged woman in a navy-blue qipao. Her skin was exceedingly fair, with the pristine look of a cool-toned complexion.
She also carried herself with the unmistakable air of a pampered life of luxury. She was the very picture of grace and nobility.
This woman's name was Su Xin.
She was the owner of this club. As for whether she was merely a figurehead for someone else or a true powerhouse in her own right, not even Wang Sichao knew for sure.
It was just that when Old Wang had told him to come here to have fun, he'd specifically instructed him to be generous with his spending.
