Xu Nanjing said she had left a car for her.
Speaking of drifting, Wen Zhixia's expression worsened, "No more drifting, the old lady keeps a tight leash."
Bai Lian searched her memory; there wasn't much news about Wen Zhixia, mainly just the two of them drifting in Beicheng together, then drinking and bitching about Song Min.
That was all.
"You do look quite the part when you're serious," Wen Zhixia said, watching Bai Lian dressed in classic attire, sitting quietly in the booth with a languid expression while two good-looking young men didn't dare to approach her.
With a wine glass in hand, there was this disconcerting sense of a traditionally-educated miss turned up at a night club.
Wen Zhixia pulled a cigarette from the table, held it in her hand, and a boy immediately lit it for her; she slowly blew out a smoke ring, "Damn, it's perfect. My grandmother's kind will definitely prefer someone like you. Acting the part at home is freaking exhausting."
