Mo Xiaoqi's voice was sharp and tragic, sounding as though she had suffered great injustice.
The woman took a deep breath of cold air, her heart fraught with tension.
To ensure Mo Xiaoqi's safety, this time, Wen Mian rushed downstairs nonstop, eager to reach the agreed-upon place as quickly as possible.
Upon arriving at the club, the security guard at the door stopped her.
His eyes flickered with shrewdness and resistance.
"Do you have an invitation?"
Wen Mian furrowed her brows, her patience wearing thin.
"I'm here to find someone."
She stepped forward, but before she could enter the club, the man shoved her back out.
An overwhelming force hit her, causing Wen Mian to stagger and nearly lose her footing.
"No entry without an invitation, even if you're here to find someone."
"I'm looking for Ninth Master!"
As soon as these words left her mouth, all the club's bouncers turned their burning gazes towards Wen Mian without any hesitation.
