Many people were seated on the sofa, including Huoda and Tang Yu, along with several others she did not recognize, each man with a woman in his arms.
It was indeed Platinum Han Palace; even the casual ladies here could be considered stunning beauties, with all types of figures represented.
Perhaps it was because Ye Che was on her mind, or maybe he was just incredibly striking, but even surrounded by a dozen people, Xia Weiyi spotted him immediately.
Dressed in a black shirt, the collar slightly open, he sat back leisurely with his legs crossed in the corner of the sofa. He casually twirled a crystal glass in his hand, his features exceptionally alluring and seductive against the backlight.
Xia Weiyi rarely saw Ye Che like this. In front of her, he always behaved as a caring and attentive good man. When had he ever been like this, as dangerously captivating as a poppy, enchanting and upsidedown everyone's hearts?
