Nan Jiaojiao didn't care about what they were doing outside, she immediately found the switch and turned on the lights.
This should be the cloakroom prepared for guests.
The host organizing the banquet considered the possibility of guests staining their dresses and had a room prepared on each floor in advance. The clothes inside were all luxury brands, mostly already purchased. If any lady happened to need one, the host would give the dress as a gift, which solved the lady's predicament on one hand and pleased the man or family behind her on the other.
Nan Jiaojiao had attended many banquets with Lu Zhenzhen and understood these matters well.
As soon as she entered, she smelled the scent of rose incense.
Just as she thought it was nice, Song Yuan suddenly leaned against the wall and collapsed, her face even paler than before, exhaling more than inhaling.
"What's wrong with you?" Nan Jiaojiao crouched down, not touching her.
