Chapter 1227 The Young Master's Head Pat Of Affection

• Seraphina saw everything clearly—Young Master hadn’t done anything inappropriate. There wasn’t even a single woman by his side. In this crowd, he stood out like a refreshing breeze in a smoky room.
• She just couldn’t understand why he was even here, mixing with this bunch.
• These spoiled rich kids who only knew how to party, the sleazy businessmen who chased women as soon as they made a bit of money, and the flashy, gold-digging women with perfume thicker than their morals.