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Cheng Anyas body stiffened. Yang Zekun looked smart in a very formal suit. His graceful features had an even more jade-like texture under the colorful lights.

He was so clean and pure that it would be a blasphemy to take another look at him.

The people who came here to enjoy were mostly those elites who were too stressed during the day. At night, they could tear away the masks of societal elites and vent out their stress as much as they liked.

Senior, I accompanied someone here to relieve boredom. What about you? Cheng Anya prayed silently that Yang Zekun would not meet Ye Chen.

She suddenly knew why Yang Zekun asked her if she knew Ye Chen. He probably figured out something.

I have a few businesses to negotiate. A drunkard blunderingly ran toward them and nearly bumped into Cheng Anya. Yang Zekun nimbly held onto her waist and turned around, avoiding the collision.

Be careful!

They bumped into each other. Their softness and toughness kneaded into a beautiful picture. Cheng Anya hardly recovered from the shock before a faint smell of cologne surged over, creating a trace of elegance among the smell of liquor.

This was the usual smell of senior.

Ye Chen saw this scene and felt that they were flirting and being intimate. He raised his head and gulped down a cup of Remy Martin Louis VIII.

A cold light flashed in his cold eyes. He was raging stealthily just like a blazing prairie fire and even he himself was shocked by it.

Damned it, Cheng Anya!

He would not have asked her out if he knew this was going to happen.

Ye Chen asked Cheng Anya out to accompany him for a drink purely out of impulse.

Master Yang, nice meeting you! Ye Chens cold voice came between the two of them.

Cheng Anya felt like she got an electric shock, her body quivering. She immediately pulled away from Yang Zekuns body and her heart thumped. Oh no, heaven indeed did not abide by the wishes of the people.

Third Young Master Ye, I have heard a lot about you! Yang Zekun stretched out his hand. His gentle eyes had an abnormal look that disappeared incredibly fast. He cleverly hid his emotions and greeted Third Young Master Ye gracefully.

Both of them were fickle-minded and distinguished. Their faces had perfect expressions as they grasped each others hands tightly. One was warm while the other one was cold.

Cheng Anya suddenly felt a cold wave down her back.

They were competing with each other through their gazes, the noisy background notwithstanding. The atmosphere was filled with the tension of the burning confrontation between the two men.

It was a showy display of their abilities!

This was the most primitive wildness among male animals.