Chapter 17 An Nuan Was Throwing Herself At Him

The door of the private room opened. There were men and women inside. The lights were flashing, and their bodies were swaying. It was impossible to tell who they were. Fortunately, there were no indescribable images that An Nuan was thinking about. The waiter said politely, "Ms. An, Mr. Ye is inside." "Thank you." An Nuan nodded slightly. She pursed her lips and walked in. She walked in. She didn't need to spend any effort looking for him. She saw him sitting on the sofa, holding a wine glass in his hand. At this moment, the man with his legs crossed was Ye Jinghuai. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled with interest. It was clear that he had already seen her. But he didn't take the initiative to greet her. An Nuan couldn't stand the sound, the screaming and the cheering inside. She felt that it would be difficult for her to adapt to this environment. She stood in front of Ye