Jin Muchen: [Night of Galin.]
Su Qiqi thought for two seconds and typed out, [What kind of social engagement is it?]
She couldn't imagine what sort of legitimate occasion it could be.
In the private room, Jin Muchen paused his tapping fingers on his phone, lifting his eyes to look around at the boisterous crowd, which was giving him a headache.
In the middle of the room, a hostess was performing a heated dance while the crowd cheered her on. He rubbed his forehead and replied, [Work related.]
The owner of the Night of Galin was Gu Bai, an old schoolmate since high school. Despite not being the best of friends, they were decently close.
The Night of Galin was undergoing an expansion and Gu Bai was hosting an event, so Jin Muchen had to show him some face.
With a wine glass in hand, Gu Bai cast glances over at the man in the corner fiddling with his phone, the light illuminating his sharp jawline.
He chuckled a couple of times and walked over.