The VIP lounge was ridiculously large. A thick carpet covered the floor, muffling any sound from their footsteps.
The sofas were genuine leather—wide, soft, and so plush you sank right into them.
Fresh flowers and fruit were arranged on the coffee tables. The flowers were fresh lilies, their petals still glistening with water droplets.
In the corner stood a bar, with all sorts of drinks, snacks, and fruits laid out neatly. There were seven or eight kinds of juice alone.
Several uniformed attendants smiled and nodded as they entered. One of them approached and quietly asked if they would like anything to drink.
Wen Wan stood at the entrance, not daring to step inside.
She had never seen a place like this. The carpet beneath her feet was so soft it felt like walking on clouds, and she was afraid she might lose her footing.
Jiang Sifan also seemed a bit uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Jiali.
