The two soon arrived at a bar. It was more of a lounge, really, with no noisy DJ or dance floor. In one corner, a small area was set up with some musical instruments where a busker was singing.
The atmosphere in the lounge was tranquil, filled with the sound of simple, lyrical pop music. Young men and women were scattered around, sitting at low tables on the floor. It wasn't crowded, and the quiet environment made it a great place for a drink.
Jiang Nianyu went straight to the bar and sat down, tapping on the counter. A moment later, a beautiful woman came out.
Zhao Dong looked over and was taken aback. The woman was stunning. Her hair was styled in a bun, and she wore a white silk tube dress. She had a snow-white, oval face and exquisite features, as if sculpted by a god. Beneath her fine, delicate nose was a pair of lustrous, cherry-red lips. She was gorgeous, resembling the female influencers on short-video platforms, but even more beautiful than them.
