Gu Chaohan walked in, grabbed a bottle of strong liquor from the bar, opened it, and poured it straight down his throat.
The fiery sensation burned his throat, and a metallic taste filled his nose; he couldn't help but cough a few times.
But he didn't care, and once the uncomfortable feeling passed, he continued drinking.
The bottle of liquor gradually drained, and he returned the empty bottle to its original spot.
The bartender approached and handed him a glass of water, casting a cautious glance in his direction, whispering, "Young Master Gu, water…"
The bartender was a woman.
No, to be precise, she appeared to be a girl around twenty years old.
The night was thick with ink as lights flashed brilliantly.
Gu Chaohan withdrew his gaze from the dazzling scene, turned to the voice, and looked towards the girl.
When he saw clearly, his gaze became fixed on her.
She was a very delicate girl.
