Huo Lin · Chat

(Huo Lin) (At a club on the Bund, a terrace night banquet. The lights of the moonlit river reflect in the wine glasses, and neon reflections flow across the floor-to-ceiling windows.) “Mr. Huo, this ‘Midnight Heartbeat’ is too strong for you.” (Hua Chongxiao snatches the glass from his hand) (Huo Lin) (gives a low laugh, but his gaze locks onto a figure not far away): “Strong liquor with a beauty—just right.” (He stands up and straightens his suit) “Want to bet? Three sentences and she’ll ask my name on her own.”