Elsewhere.
At the entrance of the clubhouse on the first floor.
A Volkswagen car slowly came to a stop, the door opened, and out came Lin Qian.
Gazing at the splendidly ornate entrance of the clubhouse, Lin Qian took a deep breath, pulled out a small mirror from her bag, along with an invitation she had someone help her obtain.
She didn't pay much attention to the invitation, focusing instead on carefully checking her makeup in the mirror.
Not bad, both beautiful and delicate.
"Miss, when will you be coming out?" the driver asked, rolling down the car window and looking at Lin Qian.
Lin Qian cleared her throat and turned to him, "It might take a while. Once I've met the person, I'll send you a message, then you can..."
She hesitated, and then, as if on a whim, with a timid change of heart, Lin Qian said, "Never mind, you can go back. Once I'm done, someone will escort me back."
