The private room was spacious, and Wang Zijun was a super high-end VIP here—not only wealthy but also well-connected.
Several people entered, looked around, greeted Wang Zijun, then sat with familiar folks, some opening bottles, others selecting songs.
Xu Qing glanced at someone, then no longer paid attention. This time he mainly came out to show Jiang He, the country girl, a bit of the world and didn't want to cause trouble.
"Is this all we're eating?" Jiang He's little hands were quick, cracking various nuts with ease. In a short while, there was a small pile of shells on the edge of the table.
"Hungry?"
"A little."
"Wait a bit, there should be a super big cake coming soon."
If Xu Qing called it super big, then it naturally had to be very large. Jiang He pursed her lips, starting to imagine what a cake could be.
