C162 Ru Kiln Vase

Chen Yang had lost all interest in the evening's gala.

After texting Liu Rui, he made his exit from the Jiangnan Television Building.

The night in Xichuan City was ablaze with lights, the streets a bustling tapestry of life, still breathtakingly beautiful. Strolling along the West River in the dead of night, the cool river breeze lifted his spirits considerably