Chapter 1785 The Hand That Resembles Art
- During Yan Mo's discussion with Yu Lou, she often felt a menacing gaze on her, but upon discreetly checking, she found nothing.
- As the clock struck eleven, Yan Mo placed the empty wine glass on the table, "You can have the rest of the wine."
- Exiting the booth, she glanced upstairs. The bar was bustling at this hour, with the VIP section on the second floor packed with people swaying to the New Year's music.