After the private gathering, a few of us who were quite familiar with each other decided to go to a nightclub, a popular entertainment choice among both Upper Society and the common folk.
I was curious as to why Sang Qi hadn't come, since several people who went with Sang Shixi knew him very well.
I guess Sheng Yanyan was feeling sickly, like she could be blown over by a strong wind, so Sang Qi had to play the role of her protector.
Compared to Sheng Yanyan, I'm much more durable, whether it's surviving a car crash, getting my head split open with a brick, or having an allergic reaction to anesthetics, I'd get over it in a few days.
That's why I'm the kind of woman who doesn't get pampered or loved.
After Shixi left, I felt more at ease.
The handsome bartender's cocktail performance was quite a sight, with glasses flying through the air, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
Just when I was captivated by the show, disaster struck Sheng Yanyan.