Mu Yufan had been silent since he arrived, and Kude was very dissatisfied.
Coming to the nightclub to have fun, not to work, Mu Qian actually sent a dull guy to hang out with him—what was there to play with?
Mu Yufan, as if he couldn't see Kude's dissatisfaction, sipped his fine wine slowly.
Boring!
"Come on, baby, let's go dance."
Kude pulled Daville up from the couch and walked towards the center of the dance floor. The music was deafening.
Mu Yufan's gaze had never left the two; he was here tonight not to accompany them for fun but to ensure their safety in City C, so it wasn't his job to entertain them.
Daville was an international singer, wearing large sunglasses on stage, her figure and dance moves both fiery, swaying her waist and hips as if boneless. She was also beautiful, and such a sexy creature naturally attracted many men with ill intentions.
