The party was still lively well into its second half.
However, the older folks, having limited energy, had begun to leave one by one.
The only ones left at the party were the energetic young people, still in the full swing of having fun.
By now, Feng Mountain had lost all the enthusiasm he'd had while dancing. He was slumped lazily in his chair like a deflated balloon.
Just then, a female employee approached with a bright smile, her expression a mixture of shyness and eager anticipation as she asked him to dance.
But Feng Mountain simply gave a slight wave of his hand, a trace of exhaustion on his face.
"Sorry, I really can't dance anymore. You could ask Yves and the others."
With that, he picked up a beer from the table, tilted his head back, and began to drink it down in big gulps.
Things had changed after he finished dancing with Tammy.
The women were like a pack of cats that had caught the scent of fish, swarming him in an instant, with Erica leading the charge.
