Jiang Xia noticed An Ning's gaze lingering on something and followed her line of sight.
"Which one are you looking at?"
"The most beautiful woman there."
"You know her?"
An Ning nodded.
She looked away and looped her arm through Jiang Xia's, not going over to greet them rashly.
The two of them soon blended into the crowd in the main hall and were surrounded by three influential figures, who fussed over them with concern.
Just before the event was about to start, An Ning went to the restroom.
An Ning stopped at the restroom door, listening to the profanities coming from inside.
"I'm warning you, stay away from Cheng Kun."
"I wonder in what capacity this young lady is warning me."
"A cheap slut from a nightclub dares to be so arrogant in front of me!"
"Let go!"
An Ning didn't need to look to know it was the same old cliché: threats, a slap, and someone being held back.
