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From the deepest corner of the bar where the lights were the dimmest, a girl had been watching Qin Mo from the moment he had entered. She smiled, looking sweet and innocent as she walked towards Qin Mo. Her eyes were glistening and pretty when she spoke, "Senior Qin, I never expected to see you here."

Qin Mo moved his gaze from the alcohol towards her but he didn't reply.

"You must have forgotten my name. Previously, you helped me when I almost fell from the staircase." The girl tilted her head. She wore a mini dress, her fingers long and slender, looking very much like those of pianists. Her eyes curved into smiles as she watched Qin Mo, not the slightest bit affected by his lack of response. "I'm Fen Jia, remember it this time!"

Qin Mo remained silent. He pushed an empty cup forward, signaling the bartender for a refill.