[Wenzhi: I am ready to meet.]
Wenzhi stared at the glowing screen for a long minute. Around him, the club vibrated with aggressive, pounding bass, the air thick with flashing colored lights, cheers, and the heavy scent of alcohol.
Out on the floor, Shu Yuzhen was commanding a crowd, the entire dance floor screaming and cheering as he moved effortlessly to the rhythm.
Duan Ze sat right next to Wenzhi, idly swirling a drink in his glass as his eyes scanned the club. Xinyuan and Kaiwen were nowhere to be seen in the crowd, completely vanished from sight.
Wenzhi's gaze shifted, instantly spotting Zhiyao sitting across the VIP booth. He was watching Yuzhen with a low drink in his hand.
As if sensing Wenzhi's eyes on him, he turned his head, his lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk before lifting his glass in a silent toast.
