Yan Luoxi, following Xue Changkong's instructions, drove to the address in the message. It was a high-end club, a place she had never been before. After parking and entering, a uniformed attendant came over to guide her.
Yan Luoxi silently followed the attendant, observing the surroundings. The walls were adorned with low-key yet luxurious wallpaper. In the corner, there was a beautiful table with a decorative vase on it, containing ornamental Iris Flowers.
Soon, the attendant led Yan Luoxi to the private room at the end of the corridor. He politely smiled at her, "Miss Yan, here we are. Please go in."
Yan Luoxi nodded in thanks. After the attendant turned to leave, she took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open. The curtains in the private room were drawn, with only a warm-toned wall lamp illuminating the dim space.
Moving from brightness to dimness, her vision, which was already poor, became even more blurred.
