Traffic Jam

At the corner, Zhuang Xuan's lips curled up as a smile flashed across his eyes. "Let's go."

This woman was not as stupid as she looked.

He just didn't know if this scene was deliberately made for him or if someone was really chasing after her for money.

At 7:30 P.M.

Liu Shuang finally made it to the restaurant.

At the dining table, Mu Qing, Song Chen, and a few colleagues were waiting.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Something happened just now. I'll punish myself with a drink first!"

Liu Shuang sat in her seat and poured a glass of alcohol.

She drained her glass.

Under the light, Liu Shuang's small face was fair and beautiful like a doll. Her lips were cherry red and pink.

"Come, everyone, let's raise our glasses to celebrate Doctor Liu Shuang's promotion!"

Mu Qing's face was full of smiles as she raised her cup.