Huaibei District Clubhouse, in the VIP room on the third floor.
In the feasting room, smoky and disheveled men sat on the sofa and chatted, accompanied by several ladies.
Blair was holding the wine glass with one hand, with a small smile, feeling the vibration coming from her hand.
She lowered her head and glanced at her, took it slightly sideways, and said in a low voice: “What’s the matter?”
“Sister Bei, look at Weibo, something happened!” the assistant panicked.
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