At ten o'clock at night, Qiao Xin drove a purplish-red sports car to the entrance of the bar. She got out of the car elegantly and looked up at the plaque of the bar, her lips curving up in a mocking smile.
The service staff hurriedly ran over, took the car keys from Qiao Xin, and hurriedly went to park the car.
Tonight, Qiao Xin was wearing a silver tank top and short skirt. Her black hair fell over her shoulders like silk. In her silver high heels, she walked in.
Qiao Xin's appearance instantly attracted the attention of many people, making her the center of attention in the bar.
Qiao Xin enjoyed this feeling very much. She felt that she was the chosen one. She had a good background and was outstanding. She should stand at the top of the world.
However, Qiao Xin had just taken a few steps when she realized that everyone's attention had shifted away.
"Oh my god, that young lady is so beautiful!"
