An hour later, Su Jianan's car stopped at the entrance of the club.

"Mrs. Lu, this way please—" The server led her to a private room. "Ms. Han is on her way, and will soon be here. Please wait."

Su Jianan remained in her seat while suppressing her urge to escape. Just then, the door opened; someone with a familiar prideful sauntering pace was approaching—as expected, it was Han Ruoxi.

Han Ruoxi took off her shades and sat down, to go straight to ...