Xi Luo nearly nodded in agreement.
Thankfully, she held back, waving her hand indifferently, "Go away."
The three hostesses left with disappointment.
Bai Yan and Su Moshi's eyes met, both faces tinged with amusement.
Xi Luo, feeling restless, poured a glass of whiskey and drank it up in one go.
She wasn't here specifically for fun, just that her life in the past year had been filled with the shadow of Zong Zhan.
Long periods of being together inevitably formed habits in her subconscious.
So, Xi Luo wanted to use tonight's opportunity to test her true feelings upon seeing other men.
As for the result, it was pretty crappy.
Zong Zhan really did hold a different meaning for her.
Because Xi Luo knew well, her eyes always tend to magnify others' flaws.
Only Zong Zhan, in her view, became more and more perfect, more handsome, and more masculine.
Xi Luo was cunning yet carefree, so she lived more clearly than most.
Alright, there's nothing more to say, she fell for Zong Zhan.
