They can sit in the 888 private room and drink soup that takes four hours to simmer. They don't seem like poor people. What should I do?
Qin Yin felt a bit annoyed as she walked and thought, her small face full of a rich array of expressions. Nan Sichen walked beside her, his every movement leisurely, and his lips slightly curved as he watched her expressive face.
When the lobby manager knocked on the door of the 888 private room, a female voice from inside said, "Come in."
Suddenly, Qin Yin didn't want to go in anymore because she already knew who was inside.
It was the woman she really didn't want to see.
The door to the private room was pushed open, and indeed, inside sat Jiang Mei and a chubby man with big ears, currently toasting Jiang Mei with a drink.
She elegantly picked up the wine glass.
It was a glass of blood-red wine. Jiang Mei skillfully and gracefully swirled the glass and then took a light sip, her face maintaining a Mona Lisa-like smile.
