Evening.
Qiao Ruoxin got into the car, her bodyguard driving her to find Mo Chen.
She looked out at the pedestrians through the car window, "What's he doing now?"
"Master Mo is at a cocktail party, we'll take Miss Qiao there."
She responded, "Mm, I'll take a nap, wake me when we arrive."
She had recorded a whole day's worth of programs, singing and dancing, it was too exhausting.
...
At the cocktail party.
Mo Chen wore a dark green suit, perfectly tailored, with a white shirt underneath and two buttons undone.
His long fingers held a glass of champagne, his handsome face tight, expressionless.
He glanced over the crowd, his eyes filled with disdain, ugly women everywhere.
Quite a few daughters of distinguished families wanted to talk to him, but were all scared away by the aggressive aura he gave off.
Finally, a bold woman approached, about to speak...
"Stay away from me." His tone was cold enough to chill the heart.