12:30 PM.
Shen Feixue finally woke up.
The aroma of food wafted over to her.
Curious, she got out of bed, dressed, and made her way to the bar's kitchen.
There she saw Xiao Baihong, a cigarette dangling from her lips, spatula in hand, stir-frying strips of pork with green peppers.
When Xiao Baihong saw her, she tossed away her cigarette and said,
"Go wait at the front; there's one more dish to go, we'll eat soon."
"Okay," Shen Feixue said.
She walked through the hallway into the bar only to find a strange woman sitting at the bar counter.
This woman exuded an indescribable nobility and grace, an expression unlike any common folk, as she swirled her wine glass, lost in thought.
—A guest? Or one of Little Wu's friends?
Shen Feixue wasn't sure.
But then the woman suddenly turned her head to look at her.
"You must be Shen Feixue."
The woman said with a smile, stood up, and nodded at her.
"And you are?" Shen Feixue asked, confused.
