C435 It Can't be Replaced

The lights were red, the wine was green, and the noisy music was deafening. Hang Muhee was crazily swinging her body under the hallucinatory light, swaying along with the rhythm.

Maybe she could only dance with such strength, or maybe only in such a noisy environment, her heart was not empty. Her brain could temporarily put down Moo Jingyang and take a good rest.

After the song ended