"Who is that man with Murong Qiushui?" someone couldn't help but ask suspiciously, feeling very curious. It was the first time Murong Qiushui had brought someone here.
"I don't know, but given his ragged clothes, he doesn't look like a wealthy person. It seems Murong Qiushui has really fallen, actually befriending such trash. Indeed, without the status of the Murong Family's heiress, she's nothing," a woman said spitefully, completely dismissing Hao Jian and Murong Qiushui.
"Oh, isn't this Miss Murong? How dare you come here? Do you even qualify?" Just then, an untimely voice rang out.
Hao Jian and Murong Qiushui both turned their heads and immediately saw a man with long curly hair at the bar casting a malicious gaze at them.
He was dressed in an expensive suit, his expression playful, holding a glass in one hand and twirling his curls with the other, slowly walking towards Murong Qiushui.