At the entrance of the banquet hall, Qiao Xi applied a light touch of makeup. Adorned in a white cheongsam embroidered with hibiscus, she moved elegantly towards the gathering. She tugged at the cheongsam's mandarin collar to cover the kiss mark on her neck.
The folly of the previous night left her hands still feeling a bit numb.
Xu Xingluo approached to greet her, looking like a swan emerging against the light, stunningly beautiful. She cheerfully called out, "Miss Qiao, welcome."
Qiao Xi nodded politely in response.
She did not have much interaction with Xu Xingluo, but the few times they met were hardly pleasant. Perhaps it was the ambiguous relationship she had with Huo Xingzhou that made her feel uneasy.
Without any obvious discomfort, Xu Xingluo intimately linked arms with Qiao Xi and said, "It seems we are fated to meet, to think we look so alike. Let's exchange contact information? I'll scan your code."
She took out her phone, brooking no refusal.
