Jiang Moxi went to the eighth floor and indeed saw Yu Dingding there.
She was wearing a sapphire blue gown, her hair styled into a voluminous ponytail, languidly draped over one shoulder.
She was very beautiful, even when she wasn't deliberately trying to be alluring. Her every expression and movement were captivating.
Not to mention tonight's makeup, which accentuated her charm even further.
Almost all the men who came to the eighth floor couldn't help but focus their attention on Yu Dingding. There were countless requests for her company over drinks.
Just as Jiang Moxi arrived, a customer was clinging to Yu Dingding because she had barely sat down before needing to move to the next table.
"I bought so many bottles of wine for you, and you only drank two sips with me. Is that fair?"
The man, with a big beer belly, grabbed Yu Dingding's hand with his greasy paw.
Obviously, his crude behavior left Yu Dingding displeased.
