The handsome young mixologist, looking at the row of glasses before him, couldn't help but feel worried for her.
He had been at the Imperial Court for quite some time and had naturally understood who to advise and whom to avoid.
Clearly, the lady now belonged to the latter.
Unfortunately, he couldn't dodge, he could only follow the orders of this imperious woman and deliver drinks to her one after another.
The customers in the bar could only admire her dazzling beauty from a distance, none of them daring to provoke her.
Murong Wei had dressed up today in anticipation of seeing Lan Xiu.
Despite her gloomy mood, it didn't affect her beauty.
She exuded an innate elegance paired with a charming seduction enhanced by the alcohol.
Anyone would willingly become her captive.
Murong Wei was slightly tipsy. The dismissive expression on Lan Xiu's face when he pushed her away lingered in her mind.
Such cold indifference, entirely devoid of warmth.
