Jing Haohao hastened a few steps inside, then suddenly stopped in her tracks.
In the dim light of the private room, she saw Liang Chen drunkenly leaning on the couch, a woman in a white dress was stretching out her hand, grabbing his arm as if to help him up.
The woman was facing away from her, so she couldn't clearly see her face.
Nevertheless, Jing Haohao felt a faint prick of pain seeping from the bottom of her heart, slowly spreading throughout her body.
"Liang Chen...wake up..."
The voice of the woman in white was melodious and captivating. Jing Haohao recognized in an instant, it was Qian Hua.
Her hand unconsciously clenched into a fist. Bowing her head, she took a few steps back. As she was about to exit the room, she saw Qian Hua sudden turn towards her, releasing Liang Chen's hand in surprise. Regaining her composure, she greeted Jing Haohao, "Miss Jing, you're here?"
