Under the shroud of night, the Dihao Club pulsed with flashing neon lights and deafening music. Han Yehang leaned lazily against a sofa, his slender fingers toying with a wine glass as his deep eyes scanned the twisting figures on the dance floor with casual indifference. As the only son of the Han Group, he possessed enviable wealth and handsome features, alongside a notorious reputation as a playboy in the romance scene.
"Han, this new batch of models are absolute stunners." A friend crowded close beside him with a flattering grin. A meaningful smile touched the corner of Han Yehang's lips, but his gaze inadvertently caught sight of a figure in the corner. It was a girl wearing a simple white dress, her long, dark hair draped casually over her shoulders, entirely absorbed in fiddling with her phone, looking completely out of place in this intoxicated, gold-dusted environment.
"Who is she?" Han Yehang's voice was low and magnetic, his eyes locked firmly onto the girl. Following his gaze, the friend shrugged and said, "No idea. Probably a friend brought by one of the waiters. She looks quite new." Putting down his glass, Han Yehang rose and walked toward the girl, his elegant strides carrying a natural, inborn confidence.
Chapter 72