Wang Dadong was smoking a cigarette when suddenly Lv Xiaoqian walked out of the office.
At the door stood a woman dressed in fancy clothes, adorned with lots of jewelry, wearing deep red lipstick, and looking quite beautiful.
Such women, though dressed brightly and attractively, were not truly high-class; one could tell at a glance that they had climbed the social ladder by relying on men.
They lacked a genuinely noble air, instead exuding a full measure of flirtatiousness.
Lv Xiaoqian and the woman embraced each other.
"Xiao Qian, long time no see," the woman said.
Lv Xiaoqian nodded, her smile more forced than genuine.
"Xiao Qian, it's my birthday tonight. My boyfriend has booked several tables at Prince Hotel. Some old classmates will be there, and you mustn't miss it," the woman said with a smile.
"Okay, I know, I'll be there."
