A girl stumbled in, reeking of alcohol. Her face bore a striking resemblance to Song Qingwan. She immediately collapsed into a chair, her face flushed, clearly having had a lot to drink.
Zhao Dong was startled. "Who is this?"
Song Qingwan's expression turned slightly unnatural. With a soft sigh, she said, "My sister, Song Xuan."
Only then did Zhao Dong remember that Song Qingwan had a sister. He glanced at Song Xuan and saw that she was exceedingly beautiful, her features even more youthful and innocent than Song Qingwan's. However, her fiery, sexy attire was completely at odds with her appearance. Song Xuan wore a camisole, a miniskirt, and thigh-high boots, revealing an undeniably tempting figure.
Hearing a man's voice, she cracked her eyes open. They landed on Zhao Dong, and she frowned. "Sis, who is this guy?"
Song Qingwan replied awkwardly, "Xuan, this is my friend, Zhao Dong."
