Sipping her juice, Qiao An's eyes darted around the room as she marveled endlessly.
"So this is what money can do? The lives of the rich are more extravagant than I could ever imagine. How come you can just crook your finger and they know exactly what you want?"
Listening to Qiao An's cheerful chatter, Sheng Bai, who had been feeling rather listless, found his spirits lifting. He simply couldn't be bothered to entertain these people anymore.
He used to be a regular at these opulent and decadent places, always searching for the next thrill. But over time, he'd grown bored of it all.
It couldn't be helped; people eventually grow up. That so-called pleasant buzz was just a precursor to a hangover and a headache the next morning. The so-called games were nothing more than contests of wealth and audacity.
