Qiao Mo originally wanted to refuse, after all, her current relationship with Jiang Jinghao was indeed awkward.
"Come in, it's cold outside." Jiang Jinghao's gaze fell on her, speaking warmly, as if nothing had ever changed between them.
Qiao Mo's eyes stung slightly, she avoided his gaze and gently responded, then walked into the hotel supporting Feng Lan.
The hotel's first floor was a rather Western-style restaurant, not crowded, very quiet, with large blue light pillars mixed with streams of water on the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, resembling waterfalls.
Below her feet was a glass stone platform more than an inch high, through which pebbles and small streams could be seen beneath, accompanied by overlapping shadows and swimming fish, very tranquil.
The dining tables were placed in an arc on the glass stone platform, centered around a foreign band.
Saxophone, piano, violin...
The mellow and serene music was all performed live.
