"Party starts at midnight. I'll text you the address. Now, I have to go back to the studio. You've got my juices flowing." He tossed her the envelope and sprinted out of the door.
Mo Qingchen walked over to the door and slammed it shut. "You're not seriously considering going out with that maniac, right?" he asked, throwing a disgusted look over his shoulder.
I nodded and handed him the envelope. "He's just eccentric and completely harmless." An idea came to her head. "I have two tickets to the show, why don't you come with me?" she asked. "We'll have fun."
"A fashion show? I highly doubt it will be fun. I can only imagine what a circus it will be with people like him." Such a fat cat.
