The crisp clinking of glasses resounded as she skillfully steered the conversation elsewhere, starting from fashion trends to travel anecdotes, occasionally interspersing sly banter.
Meanwhile, on the stage, the masked singer continued to sing with abandon.
Despite not being a professional, as an enthusiast, he had clearly put in effort. His singing, although lacking in polished technique, was filled with genuine emotion, creating a unique flavor under the bar's hazy lights and soothing background music.
Li Jing half-reclined on the soft leather sofa, sipping whiskey while responding intermittently to Huang Qin's topics.
Chatting with a beautiful woman by his side, especially when her eyes sparkled with emotion beneath the lace mask, her mature allure resonated more comfortably and pleasantly than listening to Chen Wenwu and Elder Shi boasting at drinking parties.
