Ling Fei was stunned.
And then, she burst out like a rocket.
"Song Tian Mo! My passport!"
But there was no sign of Song Tian Mo anywhere.
The Drunken Dream Nightclub.
This place, drowned in the indulgence of night, was a congregation of the elite, with dazzling lights and merry laughter.
In a top-tier VIP room, Song Tian Mo held a cigarette in his hand, as he leisurely smoked. By his side was a gorgeous woman dressed in a fashionable attire, her behavior gentle, her gaze filled with adoration, carefully trying to draw his fondness.
"Young Master Song, it seems that our little beauty Luo Lan is fond of you!" With a squeeze of the woman's chest, Paul laughed.
"Tsk! As expected of Young Master Song. With one move, you can easily seduce even the most pretentious and aloof woman. Damn, she wouldn't let me touch her yesterday, I thought she was some kind of saint!"