Miss Qiao, Why Don't You Play a Round?

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and followed him inside.

Bright Gate's private room was a little bigger than their private room on the top floor tonight. The atmosphere inside was very good, with dozens of people being divided into groups.

A group was joking and drinking at the table. A group had already left the table and were singing or playing pool.

The two groups did not disturb each other. Their good relationship and a tacit understanding was obvious.

At first, Mo Dong entered, they did not pay attention, until they saw the two people following behind him.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at them.

It was rare for Qiao Nian not to wear a hoodie out. Instead, she had on a beige windbreaker over her white T-shirt.

She was thin and had long legs. The windbreaker reached her thighs, making her look outstanding. Her skin was also fair.