Zhou Chengchen smiled and walked into the group of people, speaking up: "Isn't it the holiday? Haven't been here for a while, of course I wanted to come by and take a look."
Someone brought her a chair, and Zhou Chengchen sat down without hesitation, then looked at the person opposite: "Sister Lan, how's business?"
The woman sitting across from her had a cigarette in her mouth, her face heavily made up, not exactly beautiful, but with an alluring figure and striking wine-red long curly hair.
Her cigarette was just lit, but seeing Zhou Chengchen come in, the one called "Sister Lan" decisively extinguished it: "Not bad."
Sitting on Zhou Chengchen's right was a sweet-looking girl, seemingly out of place in a bar. Her long black straight hair was tied in a ponytail, dressed in a simple and clean white turtleneck sweater and jeans.
Zhou Chengchen glanced at her, pulled her up to compare their heights, then spoke: "Wow, how did you grow so much taller in just half a year?"
