Finally, she walked to the door and pulled it open.
"Ning Qing, don't make me wait too long," the woman behind her said with a deeper meaning.
Ning Qing didn't turn around. The people outside the door were waiting for her. Lou qingyue gave her a look, and no one dared to stop her.
She took a deep breath, and her nose was filled with the burning smell of alcohol. She could not help but hold her stomach and leave.
In the private room, the lights were cold.
Lou qingyue retracted her gaze and slowly landed it on the table.
The wine glass was clear, and the wine inside reflected a cold light, making it seem even more lonely and strange.
The woman's eyes suddenly turned cold. She clenched the empty glass in her hand and suddenly threw it to the ground.
"Pa-"
It shattered all over the ground.
The person at the door was trembling. miss little Yingluo.
