The West Garden opera house.
What was originally a dressing room for the performers had been temporarily converted into a lounge.
Wu Mengchan sat primly in a corner, stealing glances at Yang Lian'Er from time to time.
She had only known that her brother worked for a wealthy family, and that his employer treated him quite well. Not only was his pay high, but his work was also very easy.
But she had never imagined her brother's employer would be such an exquisitely charming and beautiful woman.
Her eyes were especially captivating—vibrant and full of spirit with every glance.
Never mind men; even Wu Mengchan, a fellow woman, couldn't help but peek, growing more and more astonished.
'Who is this woman, really?'
'And why did my brother suddenly bring me to this place in the middle of the night?'
'What on earth is happening outside?'
This string of questions left Wu Mengchan utterly bewildered, as if lost in a thick fog.
