Seeing Su Ziceng return with a look of gritted teeth, Sister Mu couldn't figure out whether her trip to Bianjing City was a cause for joy or sorrow.
"How did things go?" Sister Mu asked.
"No progress. How about Lin Ying?" Su Ziceng responded, recalling that Lin Ying had participated in several shows in the country recently and should have returned by now.
"Ziceng," Sister Mu, who was tidying up some glasses, made them clink, drawing Su Ziceng's attention to another set of guest glasses on the coffee table.
Some residual red wine was left on the transparent glass walls. Sister Mu didn't have many drinking companions, "Pello dropped by for a while," she said, with a tone of loneliness that made Su Ziceng reluctant to reproach her.
In Mo City, besides Su Ziceng herself, there was only that man she didn't want to mention anymore who could keep Sister Mu company with wine and conversation.
