The nightclub reopened with much fanfare.
The originally obscure bar, packaged by Quan Zehao, backed by the Quan Family's influence, was incessantly flooded with guests.
Bai Xiaolian stood by Quan Zehao's side, greeting the guests. After standing for a long time, she was somewhat worn out.
Quan Zehao noticed and said to her, "You can go rest in the office for a while, I can handle the guests."
"Okay, I'll go now."
Just as Bai Xiaolian was about to leave, Situ Hao's voice sounded, "Congratulations, Mrs. Quan."
She frowned and turned to look at Situ Hao, "You're not welcome here."
"Why do you reject an old acquaintance so thoroughly?"
Situ Hao walked towards her, slowly carrying a golden pig in his hands. He handed it to her, "Wishing you prosperous business."
"Thanks, but I don't need the golden pig."
Bai Xiaolian took a defensive step back, as though Situ Hao was carrying something terrifying in his hands.
"I had this made especially for you."
