บท 70: Chapter 070: Rift_1

Gao Han continued to drink glass after glass, the loud music blaring continuously.

"Handsome, why alone?" A beauty holding a drink sat next to Gao Han.

Gao Han didn't even glance at her.

The beauty boldly put her hand on his shoulder. Gao Han turned his head, his gaze sharp as a dagger, and the beauty quickly withdrew her hand in fright.

Gao Han slowly stood up, his footsteps wavering from too much drink.

He stumbled forward, but when he saw the people on the stage, his expression froze.

He widened his eyes as if he were seeing a hallucination.

On the stage, a seductive woman was dancing enthusiastically, standing out like a crane in a flock of chickens despite the many people around her.

Next to her stood a handsome man. Their bodies intertwined occasionally, their movements synchronized in dance.

Gao Han's face turned black as he returned to his seat and continued to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

His phone, at this very moment, rang.