Coincidentally, Qiao Xiaren spotted the pair of man and woman she had encountered last time in the cheongsam shop—well, more accurately, a pair of scummy lovers.
Lu Xi's husband had brought his young model mistress to the party. Tonight truly felt like a reunion of familiar faces; it was quite amusing. Perhaps the mistress was hoping to use tonight to make an impression and land herself a role, or maybe she was aiming to catch the attention of some influential figure who could secure her a major part in a production.
Qiao Xiaren suddenly chuckled, and there was a certain twisted humor behind that smile. Even Xiaotian couldn't help but get goosebumps. Following such a master, it really demanded a lot of patience.
"Xiaren."
The voice snapped Qiao Xiaren out of her thoughts, and she instinctively turned toward the sound.
